It's An Ill Councell That Hath No

That From Small Fires Comes Oft No Small Mishap.

Marry A Widdow Before She Leave Mourning.

Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

Hee Lookes Not Well To Himselfe That Lookes Not Ever.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.