Hee That Would Bee Well Old, Must

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.

A Scepter Is One Thing, And A Ladle Another.

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

Whatsoever Was The Father Of A Disease, An Ill Diet Was The Mother.

Fortune To One Is Mother, To Another Is Step-mother.