Weening Is Not Measure.

Every One Stretcheth His Legges According To His Coverlet. [every One Stretches His Legs According To His Coverlet.]

The Little Cannot Bee Great, Unlesse He Devoure Many. [the Little Cannot Be Great Unless He Devour Many.]

To A Child All Weather Is Cold.

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

With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes Undoe Us.