Help = H(umor), E-go, Edging God Out,

An Ill Deede Cannot Bring Honour.

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

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.