Who Must Account For Himselfe And Others,

The Constancy Of The Benefit Of The Yeere In Their Seasons Argues A Deity.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

You Cannot Hide An Eele In A Sacke.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.