Hee That Lives Ill, Feare Followes Him.

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

Take Heede Of An Oxe Before, Of An Horse Behind, Of A Monke On All Sides.

The Wolf Must Die In His Own Skin.

Better A Snotty Child, Then His Nose Wip'd Off.