To A Crazy Ship, All Winds Are

Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes Out By Inches.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

The War Is Not Don So Long As My Enemy Lives. [the War Is Not Done So Long As My Enemy Lives.]

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).