Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would Have Me Live.

Surely If Each One Saw Another's Heart, There Would Be No Commerce, No Sale Or Bargain Pass: All Would Disperse And Live Apart.

On A Good Bargain Think Twice.

A Faire Death Honours The Whole Life.