A journying woman speakes much of all, and all of her.
If fooles should not foole it, they shall lose their season.
Shewa good man his errour and he turnes it to a vertue, but an ill, it doubles his fault.
Frenzy, Heresie, and Jealovsie, seldome cured.
Was ever grief like mine?
All are presumed good till they are found at fault.