Call Me Not An Olive, Till Thou

To Have Money Is A Feare, Not To Have It A Griefe.

Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.

A Rugged Stone Growes Smooth From Hand To Hand.

To Seek These Things Is Lost Labour; Geese In An Oyle Pot, Fat Hogs Among Jews, And Wine In A Fishing Net.

Giving Is Dead, Restoring Very Sicke.