Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

All Things In Their Beeing Are Good For Something.

The Mouse That Hath But One Hole Is Quickly Taken.

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.

A Good Judge Conceives Quickly, Judges Slowly.