Three Women Make A Market.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

The Fatt Man Knoweth Not, What The Leane Thinketh.

Make Hast To An Ill Way That You May Get Out Of It.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Some Had Rather Lose Their Friend Then Their Jest.