Hee That Burnes His House Warmes Himselfe

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

When A Man Sleepes, His Head Is In His Stomach.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]

Nothing Dries Sooner Then A Teare.

The Crow Bewailes The Sheepe, And Then Eates It.