The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne

No Profit To Honour, No Honour To Religion.

Pull Downe Your Hatt On The Winds Side.

Disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Drawes Another. [disgraces Are Like Cherries, One Draws Another.]

It Is Better To Have Wings Then Hornes.

Take Heed Of A Young Wench, A Prophetesse, And A Lattin Bred Woman.