Many Things Are Lost For Want Of

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]

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