He That Plaies His Mony

Take Heed Of A Step-mother; The Very Name Of Her Sufficeth.

All Are Presumed Good Till They Are Found At Fault.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

Give Loosers Leave To Talke.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.