In Cloths Cheap Handsomeness, Doth Bear The

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

Good Is God, But Better Carries It.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

A Crooked Log Makes A Strait Fire.

It's No Sure Rule To Fish With A Cros-bow.