Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.

Helpe Thy Selfe, And God Will Helpe Thee.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?

The Escaped Mouse Ever Feeles The Taste Of The Bait. [the Escaped Mouse Ever Feels The Taste Of The Bait.]

In War, Hunting, And Love, Men For One Pleasure A Thousand Griefes Prove.

The Jews Spend At Easter.