Give Loosers Leave To Talke.

Take Heed Of A Person Marked, And A Widdow Thrice Married. [take Heed Of A Person Marked, And A Widow Thrice Married.]

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

It's A Dangerous Fire Begins In The Bed-straw.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.