Keep Not Ill Men Company, Lest You

If Yee Would Know A Knave, Give Him A Staffe.

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.

In War, Hunting, And Love, Men For One Pleasure A Thousand Griefes Prove.

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.