God Oft Hath A Great Share In

The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point Forwards.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.

I Was Taken By A Morsell, Saies The Fish. [i Was Taken By A Morsel, Says The Fish.]

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.

Every Thing New Is Fine.