That Which Sufficeth Is Not Little.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

A Poore Beauty Finds More Lovers Then Husbands.

The Morning Sunne Never Lasts A Day.

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.