He That Looseth Is Marchant As Well

Every One Hath A Foole In His Sleeve.

He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must Have A Good Key.

Hee That Is A Master Must Serve (another).

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

Old Camels Carry Young Camels Skins To The Market.