If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow

Every One Hath A Foole In His Sleeve.

It's A Poore Stake That Cannot Stand One Yeare In The Ground.

Look Not For Musk In A Dog's Kennel.

Hee That Eats The Hard Shall Eate The Ripe.

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.