When The Tree Is Fallen,

It Is Good To Have Some Friends Both In Heaven And Hell.

The Best Of The Sport Is To Doe The Deede, And Say Nothing.

He That Lives Well Sees A Farre Off.

The Fox, When Hee Cannot Reach The Grapes, Saies They Are Not Ripe.

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.