I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire

Laugh Not Too Much; The Witty Man Laughs Least: For Wit Is News Only To Ignorance. Lesse At Thine Own Things Laugh; Lest In The Jest Thy Person Share, And The Conceit Advance.

Hee Goes Not Out Of His Way, That Goes To A Good Inne.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

Weening Is Not Measure.