A Cherefull Looke Makes A Dish A

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

The Way Is An Ill Neighbour.