If You Must Flie, Flie Well.

When God Will, No Winde But Brings Raine.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

The House Shows The Owner.