Of Faire Things, The Autumne

He Can Give Little To His Servant, That Lickes His Knife. [he Can Give Little To His Servant That Licks His Knife.]

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.

Great Businesses Turne On A Little Pinne.

When War Begins, Then Hell Openeth.

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]