He That Plaies His Mony

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

The Crow Bewailes The Sheepe, And Then Eates It.

Marry A Widdow Before She Leave Mourning.

If You Loose Your Time, You Cannot Get Mony Nor Gaine.

One Sound Blow Will Serve To Undo Us All.