The Vertue Of A Coward Is Suspition.

None Is Borne Master.

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.

A Beane In Liberty Is Better Then A Comfit In Prison.

There Were No Ill Language, If It Were Not Ill Taken.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.