One Faire Day In Winter Makes Not

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

A Beane In Liberty Is Better Then A Comfit In Prison.

Litle Stickes Kindle The Fire; Great Ones Put It Out.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!