There Were No Ill Language,

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

The Absent Partie Is Still Faultie.

There Needs A Long Time To Know The Worlds Pulse.

With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes Undoe Us.

Weight Justly And Sell Dearely.