At Dinner My Man Appeares.

True Praise Rootes And Spreedes.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

One Paire Of Eares Drawes Dry An Hundred Tongues.

Wine-counsels Seldome Prosper.

He That Pitties Another, Remembers Himselfe.