Without Businesse Debauchery.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch Of His Master.

It's A Dangerous Fire Begins In The Bed-straw.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.

To Have Money Is A Feare, Not To Have It A Griefe.