He That Hopes Not For Good, Feares

An Old Mans Staffe Is The Rapper Of Deaths Doore.

He That's Long A Giving, Knowes Not How To Give.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.