Welcome Evill, If Thou Commest Alone. [welcome

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Hee That Demands Misseth Not, Unlesse His Demands Be Foolish.

Who Letts His Wife Goe To Every Feast, And His Horse Drinke At Every Water, Shall Neither Have Good Wife Nor Good Horse.

Litle Stickes Kindle The Fire; Great Ones Put It Out.

Three Women Make A Market.