A Caske And An Ill Custome Must

Emptie Vessels Sound Most.

Hee That Gets Out Of Debt, Growes Rich.

A Drunkards Purse Is A Bottle.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening