Who Hath No Faith To

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee. Light Gains Make Heavy Purses. 'tis Good To Be Merry And Wise.

Enough 's As Good As A Feast.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

News As Wholesome As The Morning Air.

Perfect Happiness, By Princes Sought, Is Not With Birth Born, Nor Exchequers Bought.