Wine It Is The Milk

A Good Man Should And Must Sit Rather Down With Loss Than Rise Unjust.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

Indeed There's A Woundy Luck In Names.

Art Hath An Enemy Call'd Ignorance .

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.