Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

Sinnes Are Not Knowne Till They Bee Acted.

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

Fortune To One Is Mother, To Another Is Step-mother.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

When My House Burnes, It's Not Good Playing At Chesse.