A Gift Much Expected Is Paid, Not

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

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.

Parsons Are Soules Waggoners.

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.