The Back-doore Robs The House.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Better Be A Foole Then A Knave. [better Be A Fool Than A Knave.]

Ty It Well, And Let It Goe.

A Journying Woman Speakes Much Of All, And All Of Her.

A Poore Mans Cow Dies A Rich Mans Child.