Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

To Live Peaceably With All Breedes Good Blood.

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.

A Good Heart Cannot Lye

Give A Clown Your Finger, And He Will Take Your Hand.

You Cannot Make The Fire So Low But It Will Get Out.