Forbeare Not Sowing Because Of Birds.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Give A Clown Your Finger, And He Will Take Your Hand.

A Bad Dog Never Sees The Wolfe.

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.