Our Owne Actions Are Our Security, Not

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

To A Crazy Ship, All Winds Are Contrary.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

The Smith And His Penny Both Are Black.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.