Warre Is Deaths Feast.

Reckon Right, And February Hath One And Thirty Daies.

Good Workmen Are Seldom Rich.

Love Without End, Hath No End, Says The Spaniard: (meaning, If It Were Not Begun On Particular Ends, It Would Last).

Diseases Of The Eye Are To Bee Cured With The Elbow.

No Alchymy To Saving.