At Dinner My Man Appeares.

Dare To Be True. Nothing Can Need A Lie: A Fault Which Needs It Most, Grows Two Thereby.

One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But Helpes His Fellowes.

The First Blow Is As Much As Two.

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

It Is A Poor Sport That Is Not Worth A Candle.