Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes,

The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It Selfe For Another.

The Germans Wit Is In His Fingers.

Hee That Dines And Leaves, Layes The Cloth Twice.

Though A Lie Be Well Drest, It Is Ever Overcome. [though A Lie Be Well Dressed, It Is Ever Overcome.]

When All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Bee Much. [when All Men Have What Belongs To Them, It Cannot Be Much.]