Three Helping One Another, Beare The Burthen

Gentility Is Nothing But Ancient Riches.

To The Counsell Of Fooles A Woodden Bell.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

From A Chollerick Man Withdraw A Little; From Him That Saies Nothing, For Ever. [from A Choleric Man Withdraw A Little; From Him That Says Nothing, For Ever.]

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.