An Ill Deede Cannot Bring

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.

Old Camels Carry Young Camels Skins To The Market.

There Is No Heat Of Affection But Is Joyned With Some Idlenesse Of Brain, Says The Spaniard.

The Foole Askes Much, But Hee Is More Foole That Grants It.

Advise None To Marry Or Go To War.