Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

Laugh Not Too Much; The Witty Man Laughs Least: For Wit Is News Only To Ignorance. Lesse At Thine Own Things Laugh; Lest In The Jest Thy Person Share, And The Conceit Advance.

He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies There.

After So Many Deaths I Live And Write.