Weening Is Not Measure.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]

He Is A Great Necromancer, For He Asks Counsel Counsell Of The Dead (i.e. Books).

The Cholerick Man Never Wants Woe.

Between The Businesse Of Life And The Day Of Death, A Space Ought To Be Interposed.

One Faire Day In Winter Makes Not Birds Merrie.