Warre Is Deaths Feast.

The First And Last Frosts Are The Worst.

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.

Vertue And A Trade Are The Best Portion For Children.

Take The Gentle Path.

Dry Feet, Warme Head, Bring Safe To Bed.