All Keyes Hang Not On One Girdle.

Love Makes One Fitt For Any Work.

Where The Drink Goes In, There The Wit Goes Out.

To A Crafty Man, A Crafty And An Halfe.

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

He That Dies Without The Company Of Good Men Puts Not Himselfe Into A Good Way.