God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is

Go Not For Every Grief To The Physician, Nor For Every Quarrell To The Lawyer, Nor For Every Thirst To The Pot.

Great Paines Quickly Find Ease.

The Comforters Head Never Akes.

Hee That Is Throwne Would Ever Wrestle.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.