To Fine Folkes A Little Ill Finely

Hee That Would Bee Well Old, Must Bee Old Betimes.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.

Wealth Is The Conjurer's Devil, Whom, When He Thinks He Hath, The Devil Hath Him.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.