Perversnes Makes One Squint Ey'd.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

A Crooked Log Makes A Strait Fire.

The World Is Now Adayes, God Save The Conquerour.

From A Chollerick Man Withdraw A Little; From Him That Saies Nothing, For Ever. [from A Choleric Man Withdraw A Little; From Him That Says Nothing, For Ever.]

Men Speake Of The Faire, As Things Went With Them There.