The Bird Loves Her Nest.

He That Is Warme, Thinkes All So.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

Women Laugh When They Can, And Weepe When They Will.

Good & Quickly Seldome Meete.

Great Deservers Grow Intolerable Presumers.