He That Lives Well Sees A Farre

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

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.

Presse A Stick, And It Seemes A Youth.

Fine Words Dresse Ill Deedes.