He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

Thinke Of Ease, But Worke On.

When A Knave Is In A Plumtree He Hath Neither Friend Nor Kin.