It's An Ill Councell That

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?

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

An Ill Agreement Is Better Then A Good Judgement. [an Ill Agreement Is Better Than A Good Judgment.]

Your Pot Broken Seemes Better Then My Whole One.

A Pittifull Looke Askes Enough.