He That Trusts In A Lie, Shall

Wine That Cost Nothing Is Digested Before It Be Drunke.

Hee That Hath A Fox For His Mate, Hath Neede Of A Net At His Girdle.

Who Hath No More Bread Then Neede, Must Not Keepe A Dog.

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.