Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer

Between The Businesse Of Life And The Day Of Death, A Space Ought To Be Interposed.

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.

The House Is A Fine House, When Good Folks Are Within.

None Is Offended But By Himselfe.