One Mouth Doth Nothing Without Another.

All Our Pompe The Earth Covers.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

Many Friends In Generall, One In Speciall.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

It Is Part Of A Poor Spirit To Undervalue Himself And Blush.