All Hoods Make Not Monks.

Such Thanks As Fits A King's Remembrance.

There Is Flattery In Friendship.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.

Give Obedience Where 'tis Truly Owed.