At Dinner My Man Appeares.

The Hard Gives More Then He That Hath Nothing.

It's No Sure Rule To Fish With A Cros-bow.

A Litle Wind Kindles; Much Puts Out The Fire.

Marry Your Sonne When You Will; Your Daughter When You Can. [marry Your Son When You Will, Your Daughter When You Can.]

To Fine Folkes A Little Ill Finely Wrapt.