France Is A Meddow That Cuts Thrice

Unsound Minds Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poyson. [unsound Minds, Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poison.]

In Cloths Cheap Handsomeness, Doth Bear The Bell.

The Goate Must Browse Where She Is Tyed.

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

Hee That Is In A Towne In May Loseth His Spring.