Good Newes May Bee Told At Any

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

Happie Is Hee That Chastens Himselfe.

When All Sinnes Grow Old, Coveteousnesse Is Young.

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 Sowes Trusts In God.