Ty It Well, And Let It Goe.

He That Praiseth Himselfe Spattereth Himselfe. [he That Praiseth Himself Spatteteth Himself.]

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

He That Hath No Hony In His Pot, Let Him Have It In His Mouth.

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.

Amiens Was Taken By The Fox, And Retaken By The Lion.