To A Crafty Man, A Crafty And

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

Fortune To One Is Mother, To Another Is Step-mother.

The Frier Preached Against Stealing, And Had A Goose In His Sleeve.

A Pleasure Long Expected Is Deare Enough Sold.

Divine Grace Was Never Slow.