Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.

The Devill Is Not Alwaies At One Doore.

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

He That Studies His Content, Wants It.