A Blustering Night, A Faire Day. [a

He Can Give Little To His Servant, That Lickes His Knife. [he Can Give Little To His Servant That Licks His Knife.]

You Must Lose A Fly To Catch A Trout.

Every Mile Is Two In Winter

If The Mother Had Not Beene In The Oven, Shee Had Never Sought Her Daughter There.

Knowledge Is But Folly Unless It Is Guided By Grace.