Hee That Comes Of A Hen Must

The Slothful Is The Servant Of The Counters.

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

One Father Is Enough To Govern One Hundred Sons, But Not A Hundred Sons One Father.