Hee That Is Throwne Would Ever Wrestle.

Though A Lie Be Well Drest, It Is Ever Overcome. [though A Lie Be Well Dressed, It Is Ever Overcome.]

The Slothful Is The Servant Of The Counters.

Were There No Hearers, There Would Be No Backbiters.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

Who Likes Not The Drinke, God Deprives Him Of Bread.