He That Sends A Foole Expects One.

Princes Are Venison In Heaven.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

Praise None Too Much, For All Are Fickle.

The Singing Man Keepes His Shop In His Throate.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]