The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And

A Small Heart Hath Small Desires.

Of Faire Things, The Autumne Is Faire.

A Wise Man Needes Not Blush For Changing His Purpose.

Hee That Is Throwne Would Ever Wrestle.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]