Never Was Strumpet Faire.

The Best Of The Sport Is To Doe The Deede, And Say Nothing.

Surely If Each One Saw Another's Heart, There Would Be No Commerce, No Sale Or Bargain Pass: All Would Disperse And Live Apart.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

He That Will Be Served Must Bee Patient.

Thursday Come, And The Week's Gone.