Feare, The Bedle Of The Law.

Keep Not Ill Men Company, Lest You Increase The Number.

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

Of A Little Thing A Little Displeaseth.

God Gives His Wrath By Weight, And Without Weight His Mercy.

True Praise Rootes And Spreedes.