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Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Lord, 'tis Thy Plenty-dropping Hand That Soils My Land, And Giv'st Me For My Bushel Sowne Twice Ten For One. All This, And Better, Thou Dost Send Me, To This End, That I Should Render, For My Part, A Thankful Heart.

In Things A Moderation Keep; Kings Ought To Shear, Not Skin, Their Sheep.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.