It Is A Poor Sport That Is

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

In Conversation, Humor Is Worth More Than Wit And Easiness More Than Knowledge.