An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

Your Pot Broken Seemes Better Then My Whole One.

A Servant With This Clause Makes Drudgery Divine; Who Sweeps A Room As Forthy Laws Makes It And Th'action Fine.