The First Blow Is As Much As

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.

Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.

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

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

The Ballance Distinguisheth Not Betweene Gold And Lead.