He That Makes His Bed Ill, Lies

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In Peace.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

The Devil Divides The World Between Atheism And Superstition.

Hee That Workes After His Owne Manner, His Head Akes Not At The Matter.