Two Ill Meales Make The Third A

All Our Pompe The Earth Covers.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

One Paire Of Eares Drawes Dry An Hundred Tongues.