The Dog That Licks Ashes, Trust Not

He That Lives Well Sees A Farre Off.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

Prayers And Provender Hinder No Journey. [prayers And Provender Hinder No Man's Journey.]

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

The Corne Hides It Self In The Snow, As An Old Man In Furrs.