Shee Spins Well That Breedes Her Children.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.

Rivers Neede A Spring.

Wisedome Hath One Foot On Land, And Another On Sea.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.