The Charges Of Building And Making Of

He That Will Be Served Must Bee Patient.

Faire Language Grates Not The Tongue.

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]

You Cannot Know Wine By The Barrell.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.