Better To Be Blinde, Then To See

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening

A Noble Plant Suites Not With A Stubborne Ground.

To Live Peaceably With All Breedes Good Blood.