Silkes And Satins Put Out The Fire

A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch Of His Master.

Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer The Pain.

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

A Small Heart Hath Small Desires.

He That Will Do Thee A Good Turne, Either He Will Be Gon Or Dye.