Take Heed Of A Young

Were There No Fooles, Badd Ware Would Not Passe.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

Danger It Selfe The Best Remedy For Danger.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]