It Is A Poor Sport That Is

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

A Good Mother Is Worth Hundreds Of Schoolmasters.

The More Women Looke In Their Glasse, The Lesse They Looke To Their House. [the More Women Look In Their Glass, The Less They Look To Their House.]

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.