The Gowne Is His That

The Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speakes. [the Wise Hand Doth Not All That The Foolish Mouth Speaks.]

Who Would Doe Ill Ne're Wants Occasion.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

Hee A Beast Doth Die, That Hath Done No Good To His Country.