He That Once Deceives Is Ever Suspected.

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

The Rich Knowes Not Who Is His Friend. [the Rich Knows Not Who Is His Friend.]

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.