The Mouse That Hath But One Hole

Vertue And A Trade Are The Best Portion For Children.

He That Serves Well Needes Not Ask His Wages.

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

A Snow Yeare, A Rich Yeare.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.