The Vertue Of A Coward Is Suspition.

Hee That Hath Right, Feares; He That Hath Wrong, Hopes.

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Old Wine, And An Old Friend, Are Good Provisions.

Flies Are Busiest About Leane Horses.