Vertue And A Trade Are The Best

He That Steals An Egg Will Steal An Ox.

A Hundredload Of Worry Will Not Pay An Ounce Of Debt.

Hee Wrongs Not An Old Man That Steales His Supper From Him.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.