No Glass Renders A Man's Form Or

Mischiefs Feed / Like Beasts, Till They Be Fat, And Then They Bleed.

Sweet Meat Must Have Sour Sauce.

Ods Me I Marle What Pleasure Or Felicity They Have In Taking Their Roguish Tobacco. It Is Good For Nothing But To Choke A Man, And Fill Him Full Of Smoke And Embers.

The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The Prodigal Will Have None Shortly.

He That Would Have His Virtue Published, Is Not The Servant Of Virtue, But Glory.