The Comforters Head Never Akes.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.

To Seek These Things Is Lost Labour; Geese In An Oyle Pot, Fat Hogs Among Jews, And Wine In A Fishing Net.

To The Counsell Of Fooles A Woodden Bell.

Sleepe Without Supping, And Wake Without Owing.

The Command Of Custome Is Great.