Of A New Prince, New Bondage.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

The Yeare Doth Nothing Else But Open And Shut.

Gold Opens All Locks, No Lock Will Hold Against The Power Of Gold.

Let None Say, I Will Not Drinke Water.

The Wolf Must Die In His Own Skin.