Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

The Tooth-ach Is More Ease Then To Deale With Ill People.

In Every Countrey The Sun Rises In The Morning. [in Every Country The Sun Rises In The Morning.]

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

Old Men Go To Death, Death Comes To Young Men.

With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes Undoe Us.