A Full Belly Neither Fights Nor Flies

Service Without Reward Is Punishment.

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.

Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes He Is In A Vine-garden.

If Yee Would Know A Knave, Give Him A Staffe.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.