A Good Heart Cannot Lye

The First Dish Pleaseth All.

Let An Ill Man Lie In Thy Straw, And He Looks To Be Thy Heire.

Half The World Knows Not How The Other Half Lies.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

He That Hath One Foot In The Straw, Hath Another In The Spittle.