Who Goes To Bed, And

A Kinsman, A Friend, Or Whom You Intreate, Take Not To Serve You, If You Will Be Served Neately.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

The Honey Is Sweet, But The Bee Stings.

If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee Should Seeme A Flock Of Geese.