You Cannot Make A Wind-mill Goe With

Fooles Give To Please All But Their Owne.

Hee That Dines And Leaves, Layes The Cloth Twice.

Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy Laws, Makes That And The Action Fine.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

No Church-yard Is So Handsom, That A Man Would Desire Straight To Bee Buried There. [no Churchyard Is So Handsome That A Man Would Desire Straight To Be Buried There.]