In Every Countrey The Sun

You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With A Paire Of Bellowes.

Hee That Will Deceive The Fox, Must Rise Betimes.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

The Eye And Religion Can Beare No Jesting.

Hee That Keepes His Owne Makes Warre.