The Yeare Doth Nothing Else But Open

At Dinner My Man Appeares.

Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

Pardons And Pleasantnesse Are Great Revenges Of Slanders.

Judge Not The Preacher; For He Is Thy Judge: If Thou Mislike Him, Thou Conceiv'st Him Not. God Calleth Preaching Folly. Do Not Grudge To Pick Out Treasures From An Earthen Pot. The Worst Speak Something Good. If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preaches Patience.