Many Friends In Generall, One In Speciall.

There Is More Talke Then Trouble.

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.

Too Much Taking Heede Is Losse. [too Much Taking Heed Is Loss.]

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

All Are Presumed Good Till They Are Found At Fault.