Health Without Money Is Halfe An Ague.

Man Is One World, And Hath / Another To Attend Him.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With A Paire Of Bellowes.

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