All Things Have Their Place, Knew Wee

Wine That Cost Nothing Is Digested Before It Be Drunke.

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

Praise None Too Much, For All Are Fickle.

The Death Of A Young Wolfe Doth Never Come Too Soon.

He That Hath But One Eye, Must Bee Afraid To Lose It. [he That Hath But One Eye Must Be Afraid To Lose It.]