He Puls With A Long Rope, That

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.

The Fox Knowes Much, But More He That Catcheth Him.

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

Law Sutes Consume Time, And Mony, And Rest, And Friends.