After So Many Deaths I Live And

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.

They That Hold The Greatest Farmes, Pay The Least Rent (applyed To Rich Men That Are Unthankful To God).

Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.

A Small Heart Hath Small Desires.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.