You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With

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 Divell Never Assailes A Man, Except He Find Him Either Void Of Knowledge, Or Of The Fear Of God.

The Miserable Man Makes A Peny Of A Farthing, And The Liberall Of A Farthing Sixe Pence. [the Miserable Man Maketh A Penny Of A Farthing, And The Liberal Of A Farthing Sixpence.]

To Have Money Is A Feare, Not To Have It A Griefe.

Every Thing New Is Fine.