Whether Goest, Griefe? Where I Am Wont.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.

Health And Sicknesse Surely Are Mens Double Enemies. [health And Sickness Surely Are Men's Double Enemies.]

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

Wouldst Thou Both Eat Thy Cake And Have It?