Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.

Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

An Old Cat Sports Not With Her Prey.