God Heales, And The Physitian Hath The

Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

If You Loose Your Time, You Cannot Get Mony Nor Gaine.

Count Not Fowre Except You Have Them In A Wallett.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.