Praise A Hill, But Keepe Below.

He That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him Warre. [he That Will Not Have Peace, God Gives Him War.]

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.

Wine Makes All Sorts Of Creatures At Table.

He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse Summons Griefe.