Gamsters And Race-horses Never Last Long.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Who Hastens A Glutton Choakes Him.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

The First Blow Is As Much As Two.

Great Strokes Make Not Sweete Musick.