Health And Mony Goe Farre. [health And

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

Whatsoever Was The Father Of A Disease, An Ill Diet Was The Mother.

Pull Downe Your Hatt On The Winds Side.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee.

Little Losses Amaze, Great Tame.