The Tooth-ach Is More Ease

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

Still Fisheth He That Catcheth One.

Pardon All But Thy Selfe. [pardon All But Thyself.]

Good Words Quench More Then A Bucket Of Water.

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