Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.

To Seek These Things Is Lost Labour; Geese In An Oyle Pot, Fat Hogs Among Jews, And Wine In A Fishing Net.

Wee Leave More To Do When Wee Dye, Then Wee Have Done.

A Lean Compromise Is Better Than A Fat Lawsuit.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.