He That Hath Lands Hath Quarrells.

Good Words Are Worth Much, And Cost Little.

At The Games End We Shall See Who Gaines.

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

Litle Stickes Kindle The Fire; Great Ones Put It Out.