Hee That Marries For Wealth Sells His

He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse Summons Griefe.

He That Marries Late, Marries Ill.

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.

He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe On Sunday.