He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe

Reckon Right, And February Hath One And Thirty Daies.

All Griefes With Bread Are Lesse.

Hee That Brings Good Newes Knockes Hard.

The Little Cannot Bee Great, Unlesse He Devoure Many. [the Little Cannot Be Great Unless He Devour Many.]

Every One Is Witty For His Owne Purpose.