Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

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

You Must Lose A Fly To Catch A Trout.

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.]

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.