The Fault Of The Horse Is Put

Modesty Sets Off One Newly Come To Honour.

Hee That Bewailes Himselfe Hath The Cure In His Hands.

He Is Onely Bright That Shines By Himselfe.

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]

A Horse Stumbles That Hath Foure Legges. [a Horse Stumbles That Has Four Legs.]