A Feather In Hand Is Better Then

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

Every Sin Brings Its Punishment With It.

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.

The Market Is The Best Garden.

Little Dogs Start The Hare, The Great Get Her.