Every Why Has A Wherefore.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

I Will Not Trust You, I, Nor Longer Stay In Your Curst Company. Your Hands Than Mine Are Quicker For A Fray, My Legs Are Longer Though, To Run Away.

A Virtuous And A Christianlike Conclusion-- To Pray For Them That Have Done Scathe To Us.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.