Danger It Selfe The Best Remedy For

Love Makes One Fitt For Any Work.

Cover Your Selfe With Your Shield, And Care Not For Cryes.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

It's An Ill Councell That Hath No Escape.

He Plaies Well That Winnes. [he Plays Well That Wins.]