Hee That Lives Well Is Learned Enough.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

Whether You Boyle Snow Or Pound It, You Can Have But Water Of It.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.