Gentility Is Nothing But Ancient Riches.

Nothing Dries Sooner Then A Teare.

In The House Of A Fidler, All Fiddle. [in The House Of The Fiddler All Fiddle.]

Building And Marrying Of Children Are Great Wasters.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

The Groundsell Speakes Not Save What It Heard At The Hinges.