No Hair So Small But

Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

A Caske And An Ill Custome Must Be Broken.

He That Hath Not The Craft, Let Him Shut Up Shop.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.