No Day So Clear But Hath Dark

One Flower Makes No Garland.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

Fine Dressing Is A Foule House Swept Before The Doores.

Only The Wearer Knows Where The Shoe Pinches.

He That Commits A Fault, Thinkes Every One Speakes Of It. [he That Commits A Fault Thinks Everyone Speaks Of It.]