He That's Long A Giving, Knowes Not

In Every Country Dogges Bite.

To Be Too Busie Gets Contempt.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

Praise A Hill, But Keepe Below.