Give Loosers Leave To Talke.

Take Heed Of Foul Dirty Wayes, And Long Sicknesse.

You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With A Paire Of Bellowes.

He That Is His Owne Counsellor Knowes Nothing Sure But What Hee Hath Laid Out.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.