The Corne Hides It Self In The

The Dainties Of The Great Are The Teares Of The Poore.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.

A Blustering Night, A Faire Day. [a Blustering Night, A Fair Day.]

Great Strokes Make Not Sweete Musick.