A Journying Woman Speakes Much Of All,

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.

What One Day Gives Us, Another Takes Away From Us. [what One Day Gives, Another Takes Away From Us.]

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?

Danger It Selfe The Best Remedy For Danger.

In The Kingdome Of A Cheater The Wallet Is Carried Before.