The Jews Spend At Easter.

A Little Given Seasonably Excuses A Great Gift.

Who Remove Stones, Bruise Their Fingers.

Religion, Credit, And The Eye Are Not To Be Touched.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

A Sleepy Master Makes His Servant A Lowt.