The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves His Friend There.

The Reasons Of The Poore Weigh Not. [the Reasons Of The Poor Weigh Not.]

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.