Disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Drawes Another.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

Saint Luke Was A Saint And A Physitian, Yet Is Dead.

If Yee Would Know A Knave, Give Him A Staffe.

The Wife Is The Key Of The House.

A Pittifull Mother Makes A Scald Head.