Vnder Water, Famine; Under Snow, Bread.

He That Hath Time And Looks For Better Time, Time Comes That He Repents Himself Of Time.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

The First Service A Child Doth His Father Is To Make Him Foolish.

Where There Is No Honour, There Is No Griefe.

To A Greedy Eating Horse A Short Halter.