One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His Demands Be Foolish.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured

Who Would Have Thought My Shrivel'd Heart Could Have Recovered Greenness?

Take Heed Of Winde That Comes In At A Hole, And A Reconciled Enemy.