A Married Man Turns His Staffe Into

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point Forwards.

Ill Natures, The More You Aske Them, The More They Stick.

Hee Wrongs Not An Old Man That Steales His Supper From Him.

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.