An Upbraided Morsell Never Choaked

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Shewa Good Man His Errour And He Turnes It To A Vertue, But An Ill, It Doubles His Fault.

He That Hopes Not For Good, Feares Not Evill.

Some Make A Conscience Of Spitting In The Church, Yet Robbe The Altar.

He That Is Once Borne, Once Must Dy.