Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say

Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer The Pain.

A Child Correct Behind And Not Before.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!