Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

A Jade Eates As Much As A Good Horse.

When Children Stand Quiet, They Have Done Some Ill.

No Naked Man Is Sought After To Be Rifled.

Hope Is The Poor Man's Bread.