Everyone Is A Master And Servant.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

Without Favour None Will Know You, And With It You Will Not Know Your Selfe.

In Time Comes He Whom God Sends.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.

Much Money Makes A Countrey Poor, For It Sets A Dearer Price On Every Thing.