He That Talkes Much Of His Happinesse

Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He Shall Not Labour?

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.

Beate The Dog Before The Lyon.

A Journying Woman Speakes Much Of All, And All Of Her.

A Litle Wind Kindles; Much Puts Out The Fire.