He puls with a long rope, that waits for anothers death.

He that chastens one, chastens 20.

The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.

There is great force hidden in a sweet command.

Take heed of a young wench, a prophetesse, and a Lattin bred woman.

When prayers are done, my Lady is ready.

If all fooles wore white Caps, wee should seeme a flock of geese.