Knowledge Is No Burden.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

The Fox, When Hee Cannot Reach The Grapes, Saies They Are Not Ripe.

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.