Souldiers In Peace Are Like Chimneys In

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

A Gift Much Expected Is Paid, Not Given.

The Apothecaries Morter Spoiles The Luters Musick.

Take Heede Of The Viniger Of Sweet Wine.

The Germans Wit Is In His Fingers.