Nothing Dries Sooner Then A Teare.

They That Are Booted Are Not Alwaies Ready.

Give Not S. Peter So Much, To Leave Saint Paul Nothing. [give Not Saint Peter So Much, To Leave Saint Paul Nothing.]

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

He That Feares Death Lives Not.

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.