A Light-heel'd Mother Makes A Heavy-heel'd Daughter.

Good Words Cool More Than Cold Water.

Every Animal Is Providentially Directed To The Use Of Its Proper Weapon.

A Spaniel, A Woman, And A Walnut Tree, The More They're Beaten The Better They Be.

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

He Dances Well To Whom Fortune Pipes.