Musick Helps Not The Tooth-ach.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

The Singing Man Keepes His Shop In His Throate.

A Horse Stumbles That Hath Foure Legges. [a Horse Stumbles That Has Four Legs.]

He That Looseth Is Marchant As Well As He That Gaines.