Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

Poverty Is No Sinne. [poverty Is No Sin.]

He That Hopes Not For Good, Feares Not Evill.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

To Seek In A Sheep Five Feet When There Is But Four.