I Pray Thee Let Me And My

All Is Fish That Comth To Net.

No Man Loveth His Fetters, Be They Made Of Gold.

Now For Good Lucke, Cast An Old Shooe After Mee.

Cut Your Coat According To Your Cloth.

He Makes A Beggar First That First Relieves Him; Not Us'rers Make More Beggars Where They Live Than Charitable Men That Use To Give.