To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden

The Divell Never Assailes A Man, Except He Find Him Either Void Of Knowledge, Or Of The Fear Of God.

If Fooles Should Not Foole It, They Shall Lose Their Season.

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.