Presse A Stick, And It

To Take The Nuts From The Fire With The Dogges Foot. [to Take The Nuts From The Fire With The Dog's Foot.]

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

The Death Of A Young Wolfe Doth Never Come Too Soon.

Lord, With What Care Hast Thou Begirt Us Round! Parents First Season Us; Then Schoolmasters Deliver Us To Laws; They Send Us Bound To Rules Of Reason, Holy Messengers, Pulpits And Sundays, Sorrow Dogging Sin, Afflictions Sorted, Anguish Of All Sizes, Fine Nets And Stratagems To Catch Us In, Bibles Laid Open, Millions Of Surprises, Blessings Beforehand, Ties Of Gratefulness, The Sound Of Glory Ringing In Our Ears: Without, Our Shame; Within, Our Consciences; Angels And Grace, Eternal Hopes And Fears. Yet All These Fences And Their Whole Array One Cunning Bosom-sin Blows Quite Away.

He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves His Friend There.