He That Feares Leaves, Let Him Not

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.

Prayer Should Be The Key Of The Day And The Lock Of The Night.

One Foole Makes A Hundred.

Health And Mony Goe Farre. [health And Money Go Far.]