Drought Never Brought Dearth.

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

At Dinner My Man Appeares.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.

Be Not Too Presumptuously Sure In Any Business; For Things Of This World Depend On Such A Train Of Unseen Chances That If It Were In Man's Hands To Set The Tables, Still He Would Not Be Certain To Win The Game.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.