The Body Is More Drest Then The

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

He Can Give Little To His Servant, That Lickes His Knife. [he Can Give Little To His Servant That Licks His Knife.]

A Good Mother Is Worth Hundreds Of Schoolmasters.

He That Plaies His Mony Ought Not To Value It.