He That Sends A Foole Expects One.

Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

He That Pitties Another, Remembers Himselfe.

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

Women Laugh When They Can, And Weepe When They Will.