Hee That Will Deceive The Fox, Must

Never Was Strumpet Faire.

Nothing Lasts But The Church.

Hee That Hath A Wife And Children Wants Not Businesse.

Hope Is The Poor Man's Bread.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.