The Chicken Is The Country's, But The

All The Armes Of England Will Not Arme Feare.

One Sound Blow Will Serve To Undo Us All.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Give Not S. Peter So Much, To Leave Saint Paul Nothing. [give Not Saint Peter So Much, To Leave Saint Paul Nothing.]

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.