Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To

The Devil Hath Power To Assume A Pleasing Shape.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.