Hee That Is In A Taverne Thinkes

Farre Shooting Never Kild Bird.

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

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

A Penny Spar'd Is Twice Got.

He That Will Learn To Pray, Let Him Go To Sea.