Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.

Be What Thou Wouldst Seeme To Be.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.

Waight And Measure Take Away Strife.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.