Of Faire Things, The Autumne Is Faire.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

You Cannot Make The Fire So Low But It Will Get Out.

A Well-bred Youth Neither Speakes Of Himselfe, Nor Being Spoken To Is Silent.

Honour And Profit Lie Not In One Sacke. [honour And Profit Lie Not In One Sack.]

Mend Your Clothes And You May Hold Out This Year.