Foolish tongues talke by the dozen.
Vertue now is in herbs and stones and words onely.
He that riseth first, is first drest.
He is a foole that makes a wedge of his fist.
The dark grave, which knows all secrets, can alone reclaim the fatal doubt once cast on a woman's name.
Were it not for the bone in the legge, all the world would turne Carpenters (to make them crutches).