Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

Vnder Water, Famine; Under Snow, Bread.

Gold Thou Mayst Safely Touch; But If It Stick Unto Thy Hands, It Woundeth To The Quick.

To Him That Will, Waies Are Not Wanting.