Every Man's Censure Is First Moulded In

A Bad Workman Quarrels With His Tools.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

Tis Easier To Build Two Chimneys, Then To Maintaine One.

The Gentle Hawke Halfe Mans Her Selfe.

Money Wants No Followers.