In War, Hunting, And Love, Men For

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.

Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

A Man Well Mounted Is Ever Cholerick.

He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would Have Me Live.