Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

One Flower Makes No Garland.

Good Newes May Bee Told At Any Time, But Ill In The Morning.

The Thread Breakes, Where It Is Weakest.

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