Who Hath No Head, Needes No Heart.

Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares Ill.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

The Ofspring Of Those That Are Very Young, Or Very Old, Lasts Not.

True Praise Rootes And Spreedes.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.