It Is Good To Hold The Asse

Dare To Be True. Nothing Can Need A Lie: A Fault Which Needs It Most, Grows Two Thereby.

The Physitian Owes All To The Patient, But The Patient Owes Nothing To Him But A Little Mony.

Where The Drink Goes In, There The Wit Goes Out.

Foolish Tongues Talke By The Dozen.

The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.