Nothing Wears Clothes, But Man;

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]

Every Thing New Is Fine.

Gentility Is Nothing But Ancient Riches.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]