Little Children, Little Sorrows; Big Children, Big

A Wonder Then It Must Needs Be,-that There Should Be Any Man Found So Stupid And Forsaken Of Reason As To Persuade Himself, That This Most Beautiful And Adorned World Was Or Could Be Produced By The Fortuitous Concourse Of Atoms.

He That Uses Many Words For Explaining Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttlefish, Hide Himself For The Most Part In His Own Ink.

A Talkative Person Runs Himself Upon Great Inconvenience By Blabbing Out His Own And Others' Secrets.

They That Make Laws Must Not Break Them.

A Light-heel'd Mother Makes A Heavy-heel'd Daughter.