God Heales, And The Physitian Hath The

The Rage Of A Wild Boar Is Able To Spoil More Then One Wood.

Whose House Is Of Glass, Must Not Throw Stones At Another.

To Speake Of An Vsurer At The Table Marres The Wine.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.