His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Who Would Doe Ill Ne're Wants Occasion.

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

He That Hath No Good Trade, It Is To His Losse.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

Hee That Goes To Bed Thirsty Riseth Healthy.