Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.

Good Is The Mora That Makes All Sure.

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

A Litle Wind Kindles; Much Puts Out The Fire.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.