The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne

Unsound Minds Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poyson. [unsound Minds, Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poison.]

Wine That Cost Nothing Is Digested Before It Be Drunke.

He That Owes Nothing, If He Makes Not Mouthes At Us, Is Courteous.

Let Thy Mind's Sweetness Have Its Operation Upon Thy Body, Clothes, And Habitation.

The Germans Wit Is In His Fingers.