You Cannot Hide An Eele In A

Thursday Come, And The Week's Gone.

Giving Much To The Poore, Doth Inrich A Mans Store. [giving Much To The Poor Doth Increase A Man's Store.]

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Every One Is Weary, The Poore In Seeking, The Rich In Keeping, The Good In Learning.

A Bad Dog Never Sees The Wolfe.