The Healthfull Man Can Give

Hee That Is In A Towne In May Loseth His Spring.

Great Trees Are Good For Nothing But Shade.

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.