Every Ill Man Hath His

Do Not Grudge To Pick Out Treasures From An Earthen Pot. The Worst Speaks Something Good.

Pardons And Pleasantnesse Are Great Revenges Of Slanders.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

Love Without End, Hath No End, Says The Spaniard: (meaning, If It Were Not Begun On Particular Ends, It Would Last).

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.