Many Kiss The Hand They Wish Cut

Citties Are Taken By The Eares.

It Costs More To Doe Ill Then To Doe Well. [it Costs More To Do Ill Than To Do Well.]

Mend Your Clothes And You May Hold Out This Year.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.