Hee Is A Foole That Thinks Not

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

To A Fair Day Open The Window, But Make You Ready As To A Foule.

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

To Seek These Things Is Lost Labour; Geese In An Oyle Pot, Fat Hogs Among Jews, And Wine In A Fishing Net.

Much Spends The Traveller, More Then The Abider.