The Wrongs Of A Husband Or Master

A Little Labour, Much Health.

Hee That Will Deceive The Fox, Must Rise Betimes.

Not Only Ought Fortune To Be Pictured On A Wheel, But Every Thing Else In This World.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

The House Shewes The Owner.