The Back-doore Robs The House.

He That Gains Well And Spends Well Needs No Count Book.

Faire Words Makes Mee Looke To My Purse.

None Saies His Garner Is Full.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Hee That Makes A Thing Too Fine, Breakes It.