He That Marries Late, Marries Ill.

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.

Before You Make A Friend, Eate A Bushell Of Salt With Him.

Nothing Wears Clothes, But Man; Nothing Doth Need But He To Wear Them.