Anothers Bread Costs Deare.

The Physitian Owes All To The Patient, But The Patient Owes Nothing To Him But A Little Mony.

He Is A Great Necromancer, For He Asks Counsel Counsell Of The Dead (i.e. Books).

An Ill Deede Cannot Bring Honour.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

Good Is The Mora That Makes All Sure.