Give Loosers Leave To Talke.

Three Helping One Another, Beare The Burthen Of Sixe. [three Helping One Another, Bear The Burden Of Six.]

In Every Countrey The Sun Rises In The Morning. [in Every Country The Sun Rises In The Morning.]

Sinnes Are Not Knowne Till They Bee Acted.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

He That Riseth Betimes Hath Some Thing In His Head.