With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes

To A Close Shorn Sheep, God Gives Wind By Measure.

Disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Drawes Another. [disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Draws Another.]

To Be Too Busie Gets Contempt.

Love Makes One Fitt For Any Work.

More Have Repented Speech Then Silence. [more Have Repented Speech Than Silence.]