The Still Sowe Eats Up All The

It Is Good The Have A Hatch Before The Durre.

It Takes Nine Tailors To Make A Man.

Follow Pleasure, And Then Will Pleasure Flee, Flee Pleasure, And Pleasure Will Follow Thee.

No Man Loveth His Fetters, Be They Made Of Gold.

This Wonder (as Wonders Last) Lasted Nine Daies.