The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

'tis Not To Make Me Jealous To Say My Wife Is Fair, Feeds Well, Loves Company, Is Free Of Speech, Sings, Plays, And Dances Well; Where Virtue Is, These Are More Virtuous.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.