Every Cocke Is Proud On His Owne

What Is Got Over The Devil's Back Is Spent Under His Belly.

Love Me Litle, Love Me Long.

Thrée Maie A Kepe Counsayle, If Two Be Away.

God Never Sends The Mouth But He Sendeth Meat.

Though Ye Loue Not To Bye The Pyg In The Poke,yet Snatche Ye At The Poke, That The Pyg Is In,not For The Poke, But The Pyg Good Chepe To Wyn.