Hee That Wipes The Childs Nose, Kisseth

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.

To Buy Deare Is Not Bounty.

Who Praiseth Saint Peter, Doth Not Blame Saint Paul.

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.