Poverty Is No Sinne. [poverty Is No

To Be Too Busie Gets Contempt.

Of The Smells, Bread; Of The Tastes, Salt.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

Ill Comes In By Ells, And Goes Out By Inches.

Say No Ill Of The Yeere, Till It Be Past. [say No Ill Of The Year Till It Be Past.]