They That Are Booted Are Not Alwaies

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.

Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth The Mothers Cheeke.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Feare Keepes The Garden Better Then The Gardiner.

Persons Unmask Their Evilest Qualities When They Do Quarrel.