Who Would Have Thought My Shrivel'd Heart

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

Our Owne Actions Are Our Security, Not Others Judgements.

Threatned Men Eat Bread, Says The Spaniard.

A Horse Stumbles That Hath Foure Legges. [a Horse Stumbles That Has Four Legs.]

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