You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

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.

Perversnes Makes One Squint Ey'd.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

A Pleasure Long Expected Is Deare Enough Sold.