Divine Ashes Are Better Then Earthly Meale.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

Every Thing Is Of Use To A Houskeeper.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

An Ill Deede Cannot Bring Honour.