If The Old Dog Barke He Gives

A Horse Stumbles That Hath Foure Legges. [a Horse Stumbles That Has Four Legs.]

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.

A Dead Bee Maketh No Hony.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.