He That Hath Time And

Of A Pigs Taile You Can Never Make A Good Shaft. [of A Pig's Tail You Can Never Make A Good Shaft.]

The Hearts Letter Is Read In The Eyes.

Castles Are Forrests Of Stones.

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.

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