He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Saint Luke Was A Saint And A Physitian, Yet Is Dead.

He That Serves Well Needes Not Ask His Wages.

A Blustering Night, A Faire Day. [a Blustering Night, A Fair Day.]

Paines To Get, Care To Keep, Feare To Lose.