He Hath No Leisure Who Useth It

The Hard Gives More Then He That Hath Nothing.

One Enemy Is Too Much.

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

Talking Payes No Toll.