The Back-doore Robs The House.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

Drink Not The Third Glass, Which Thou Canst Not Tame, When Once It Is Within Thee; But Before Mayst Rule It, As Thou List: And Pour The Shame, Which It Would Pour On Thee, Upon The Floor. It Is Most Just To Throw That On The Ground, Which Would Throw Me There, If I Keep The Round.

He That Preacheth Giveth Almes.

I Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heire. [i Gave The Mouse A Hole, And She Is Become My Heir.]

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.