Hee That Comes Of A Hen Must

Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew Thee A Theefe.

Wealth Is Like Rheume, It Falles On The Weakest Parts.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

The Great Put The Little On The Hooke.