To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde

A City That Parlies Is Half Gotten. [a City That Parleys Is Half Gotten.]

Hee That Lives Ill, Feare Followes Him.

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

Fooles Give To Please All But Their Owne.

It's A Wicked Thing To Make A Dearth Ones Garner.