The Cholerick Man Never Wants Woe.

Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes, Salt.

He That Is Fallen Cannot Helpe Him That Is Downe. [he That Is Fallen Cannot Help Him That Is Down.]

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]

We Must Love, As Looking One Day To Hate.

The Wolf Must Die In His Own Skin.