Take Heed Of Foul Dirty Wayes, And

Willowes Are Weak, Yet They Bind Other Wood.

Who Hath No Hast In His Businesse, Mountaines To Him Seeme Valleys.

To Go Where The King Goes Afoot (i.e. To The Stool).

It Is Very Hard To Shave An Egge. [it Is Very Hard To Shave An Egg.]

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.