Of Faire Things, The Autumne Is Faire.

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

Hee That Hath A Wife And Children Wants Not Businesse.

Hee That Lives Ill, Feare Followes Him.

Service Is No Inheritance.