The Hearts Letter Is Read In The

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

He That Is Angry At A Feast Is Rude.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

Persons Unmask Their Evilest Qualities When They Do Quarrel.