The Back-doore Robs The House.

Great Business Turns On A Little Pin.

Still Fisheth He That Catcheth One.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.

A Long Tongue Is A Signe Of A Short Hand. [a Long Tongue Is A Sign Of A Short Hand.]