A Trade Is Better Then

Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

He That Hath No Hony In His Pot, Let Him Have It In His Mouth.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

Everyone Is A Master And Servant.