He Thinkes Not Well, That Thinkes Not

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.

A Jade Eates As Much As A Good Horse.

God Gives His Wrath By Weight, And Without Weight His Mercy.

The Body Is More Drest Then The Soule.

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.