The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The

To The Counsell Of Fooles A Woodden Bell.

When You Are An Anvill, Hold You Still; When You Are A Hammer, Strike Your Fill.

Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.