Feares Are Divided In The Midst.

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Fly Home To Thy Own Conscience And Examine Thy Heart. If Thou Art Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Feares Are Divided In The Midst.

He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves His Friend There.

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.