If Wishes Were Horses, Beggars

Misery Loves Company.

He That Buys Land Buys Many Stones, He That Buys Flesh Buys Many Bones, He That Buys Eggs Buys Many Shells, But He That Buys Good Ale Buys Nothing Else.

A Multitude Of Words Doth Rather Obscure Than Illustrate, They Being A Burden To The Memory, And The First Apt To Be Forgotten, Before We Come To The Last. So That He That Uses Many Words For The Explaining Of Any Subject, Doth, Like The Cuttle-fish, Hide Himself, For The Most Part, In His Own Ink.

Spend And Be Free, But Make No Waste.

A Spaniel, A Woman, And A Walnut Tree, The More They're Beaten The Better They Be.