Reckon Right, And February Hath One And

Hee That Would Be A Gentleman, Let Him Goe To An Assault.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

More Have Repented Speech Then Silence. [more Have Repented Speech Than Silence.]

The Catt Sees Not The Mouse Ever.

A Wise Man Cares Not For What He Cannot Have.