Nothing Dries Sooner Then A

There Are Three Waies, The Vniversities, The Sea, The Court.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.

The Foole Askes Much, But Hee Is More Foole That Grants It.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

He That Preacheth Giveth Almes.