He That Is Warme, Thinkes All So.

He Cannot Be Vertuous That Is Not Rigorous.

It's Better To Be Head Of A Lyzard, Then The Tayle Of A Lyon.

There Is No Body Will Go To Hell For Company.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

A Man Of Great Memory Without Learning Hath A Rock And A Spindle And No Staff To Spin.