Who Spits Against Heaven, It Falls In

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

He Thinkes Not Well, That Thinkes Not Againe.

Hee That Goes Barefoot, Must Not Plant Thornes.

I Had Rather Aske Of My Sire Browne Bread, Then Borrow Of My Neighbour White.

A Mountaine And A River Are Good Neighbours.