Wine Ever Paies For His Loding.

Praise None Too Much, For All Are Fickle.

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

He That Lives Not Well One Yeare, Sorrowes Seven After. [he That Lives Not Well One Year Sorrows Seven Years After.]

Take Heed Of A Young Wench, A Prophetesse, And A Lattin Bred Woman.

Either Wealth Is Much Increased, Or Moderation Is Much Decayed.