Where The Drink Goes In, There The

True Praise Rootes And Spreedes.

It's A Proud Horse That Will Not Carry His Owne Provender.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

Hee That Is In A Towne In May Loseth His Spring.

Sinnes Are Not Knowne Till They Bee Acted.