Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.

The Dainties Of The Great Are The Teares Of The Poore.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

He That Needs Five Thousand Pound To Live, Is Full As Poor As He That Needs But Five.

The Eyes Have One Language Everywhere.