The Way Is An Ill Neighbour.

Thornes Whiten Yet Doe Nothing.

He That Is Drunken * * * Is Outlawed By Himself; All Kind Of Ill Did With His Liquor Slide Into His Veins.

If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive With Him.

Neither Bribe Nor Loose Thy Right.

It Is A Poor Sport That Is Not Worth A Candle.