Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like

In Every Country Dogges Bite.

Avoid,profaneness; Come Not Here: Nothing But Holy, Pure, And Clear, Or That Which Groaneth To Be So, May At His Peril Further Go.

In A Long Journey Straw Waighs.

A Blustering Night, A Faire Day. [a Blustering Night, A Fair Day.]

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.