To Write A Verse Or Two Is

God Oft Hath A Great Share In A Little House.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.