A Coole Mouth, And Warme Feet, Live

He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse Summons Griefe.

Pull Downe Your Hatt On The Winds Side.

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

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Things Well Fitted Abide.