Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Would You Know What Money Is, Go Borrow Some.

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Hee That Comes Of A Hen Must Scrape.