Who Gives To All, Denies All.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

It's An Ill Councell That Hath No Escape.

We Are Fooles One To Another.

To A Good Spender God Is The Treasurer.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.