Whatever Is Made By The Hand Of

Good Words Quench More Then A Bucket Of Water.

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

Keep Good Company, And You Shall Be Of The Number.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

Hee Pays Too Deare For Honey That Licks It From Thornes.