Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.

Thornes Whiten Yet Doe Nothing.

You May Be On Land, Yet Not In A Garden.

To Speake Of An Vsurer At The Table Marres The Wine.

Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.