Ready Mony Is A Ready Medicine.

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

Though The Fox Run, The Chicken Hath Wings.

Amiens Was Taken By The Fox, And Retaken By The Lion.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.