Hee That Eats The Hard

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.

Good Newes May Bee Told At Any Time, But Ill In The Morning.

Every One Stretcheth His Legges According To His Coverlet. [every One Stretches His Legs According To His Coverlet.]

Foolish Tongues Talke By The Dozen.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.