Fine Words Dresse Ill Deedes.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.

Good Workemen Are Seldome Rich.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]

It Costs More To Doe Ill Then To Doe Well. [it Costs More To Do Ill Than To Do Well.]