Though You See A Church-man Ill, Yet

Long Jesting Was Never Good.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

War Is Death's Feast.

A Great Ship Asks Deep Water.

He That Plaies His Mony Ought Not To Value It.