The Cholerick Man Never Wants Woe.

Flies Are Busiest About Leane Horses.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

God, And Parents, And Our Master, Can Never Be Requited.

Jest Not With The Eye Or With Religion.

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.