Ships Feare Fire More Then Water. [ships

He That Marries Late, Marries Ill.

Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy Watering Pot.

If You Would Bee At Ease, All The World Is Not.

Astrologie Is True, But The Astrologers Cannot Finde It.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?