Who Likes Not The Drinke, God Deprives

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

Feare Keepes The Garden Better Then The Gardiner.

To A Gratefull Man Give Mony When He Askes.

Who Hath No More Bread Then Neede, Must Not Keepe A Dog.