The Gentle Hawke Halfe Mans Her Selfe.

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

Every One Hath A Foole In His Sleeve.

If The Mother Had Not Beene In The Oven, Shee Had Never Sought Her Daughter There.

The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It Selfe For Another.