If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow

The Constancy Of The Benefit Of The Yeere In Their Seasons Argues A Deity.

Shewa Good Man His Errour And He Turnes It To A Vertue, But An Ill, It Doubles His Fault.

The Market Is The Best Garden.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

He That Hath A Head Of Waxe Must Not Walke In The Sunne. [he That Hath A Head Of Wax Must Not Walk In The Sun.]