The Eye Will Have His Part.

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.

To A Crafty Man, A Crafty And An Halfe.

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

Play Not For Gain, But Sport. Who Plays For More Than He Can Lose With Pleasure, Stakes His Heart; Perhaps His Wife's Too, And Whom She Hath Bore.