If Thou Thy Selfe Canst

Step By Step The Ladder Is Ascended.

There Is No Jollitie But Hath A Smack Of Folly. [there Is No Jollity But Hath A Smack Of Folly.]

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

Anothers Bread Costs Deare.