Hee That Strikes With His Tongue, Must

Hee That Brings Good Newes Knockes Hard.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

Hee That Lives Ill, Feare Followes Him.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.