Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

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

There Are Three Waies, The Vniversities, The Sea, The Court.

Make Hast To An Ill Way That You May Get Out Of It.

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.