Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

When You Are An Anvill, Hold You Still; When You Are A Hammer, Strike Your Fill.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive With Him.

Citties Are Taken By The Eares.