Warre Is Deaths Feast.

What Your Glasse Telles You, Will Not Be Told By Councell.

Play With A Foole At Home, And He Will Play With You In The Market.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Chuse Not An House Neere An Lnne (viz. For Noise) Or In A Corner (for Filth).

One Hand Washeth Another, And Both The Face.