Much Spends The Traveller, More Then The

Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes Out By Inches.

Life Without A Friend Is Death Without A Witnesse. [life Without A Friend Is Death Without A Witness.]

Many Things Are Lost For Want Of Asking.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.