When God Is Made The Master Of

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]

Hee That Eats The Hard Shall Eate The Ripe.

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

He That Marries Late, Marries Ill.

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.