He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.

Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.

If You Could Runne, As You Drinke, You Might Catch A Hare.

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.