All Is Well With Him, Who Is

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

It's A Bold Mouse That Nestles In The Catts Eare.

Dare To Be True. Nothing Can Need A Lie: A Fault Which Needs It Most, Grows Two Thereby.