If You Could Runne, As You Drinke,

A Pittifull Looke Askes Enough.

He That Once Deceives Is Ever Suspected.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

Though God Take The Sunne Out Of The Heaven, Yet We Must Have Patience.

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.