At The Games End We Shall See

Ill Ware Is Never Cheape. [ill Ware Is Never Cheap.]

He That Is Not In The Warres Is Not Out Of Danger.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

Persons Unmask Their Evilest Qualities When They Do Quarrel.

He That Plaies His Mony Ought Not To Value It.