Hee that gives thee a bone, would not have thee die.

The gowne is his that we ares it, and the world his that enjoyes it.

Hee that hath charge of soules transports them not in bundles.

A woman conceales what shee knowes not.

A rugged stone growes smooth from hand to hand.

Curtesie on one side only lasts not long.

Good & quickly seldome meete.