It's No Sure Rule To Fish With

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

Who Must Account For Himselfe And Others, Must Know Both.

Every Thing New Is Fine.

When A Man Sleepes, His Head Is In His Stomach.

In The Husband Wisedome, In The Wife Gentlenesse. [in The Husband Wisdom, In The Wife Gentleness.]