One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

You Must Strike In Measure, When There Are Many To Strike On One Anvile.

He Thinkes Not Well, That Thinkes Not Againe.

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

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