An Upbraided Morsell Never Choaked Any.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

A Small Heart Hath Small Desires.

The Apothecaries Morter Spoiles The Luters Musick.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.

Who Would Doe Ill Ne're Wants Occasion.