Critics Are Like Brushers Of

The Jewes Spend At Easter, The Moors At Marriages, The Christians In Sutes.

A Civil Guest Will No More Talk All, Than Eat All The Feast.

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

Hee That Hath Patience Hath Fatt Thrushes For A Farthing.