A Woman Conceales What Shee

Fine Dressing Is A Foule House Swept Before The Doores.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Health And Mony Goe Farre. [health And Money Go Far.]

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

Wine That Cost Nothing Is Digested Before It Be Drunke.