Who Hastens A Glutton Choakes

A Caske And An Ill Custome Must Be Broken.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

Modesty Sets Off One Newly Come To Honour.

You Cannot Know Wine By The Barrell.

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.