Money Wants No Followers.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.

All Things Have Their Place, Knew Wee How To Place Them.

In Cloths Cheap Handsomeness, Doth Bear The Bell.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]