Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.

The Chollerick Drinkes, The Melancholick Eats, The Flegmatick Sleepes.

Every Path Hath A Puddle.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.