Vertue Never Growes Old.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

Who Hath No Head, Needes No Heart.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.