Of All Smells, Bread; Of All Tastes,

Diseases Of The Eye Are To Bee Cured With The Elbow.

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

The Tree That God Plants, No Winde Hurts It.

Chuse Not An House Neere An Lnne (viz. For Noise) Or In A Corner (for Filth).

Goods Are Theirs That Enjoy Them.