All Is Well With Him,

There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke But What Was There.

The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

A Great Dowry Is A Bed Full Of Brables. [a Great Dowry Is A Bed Full Of Brambles.]

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.