Make Ducks And Drakes With Shillings.

There Is A Nick In Fortune's Restless Wheel For Each Man's Good.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

Let No Man Value At A Little Price A Virtuous Woman's Counsel; Her Winged Spirit Is Feathered Often Times With Heavenly Words, And, Like Her Beauty, Ravishing And Pure.

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee. Light Gains Make Heavy Purses. 'tis Good To Be Merry And Wise.

Man Is A Torch Borne In The Wind; A Dream But Of A Shadow, Summed With All His Substance.