Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.

All The Armes Of England Will Not Arme Feare.

Who Spits Against Heaven, It Falls In His Face.

The Dark Grave, Which Knows All Secrets, Can Alone Reclaim The Fatal Doubt Once Cast On A Woman's Name.

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.