An Oath That Is Not To Bee

Would You Know What Money Is, Go Borrow Some.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.

To A Child All Weather Is Cold.

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?

God Oft Hath A Great Share In A Little House.