Forbeare Not Sowing Because Of

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

Pull Downe Your Hatt On The Winds Side.

A Verse May Find Him, Who A Sermon Flies, And Turn Delight Into A Sacrifice.

Musick Helps Not The Tooth-ach.

As The Yeere Is, Your Pot Must Seeth.