Bad's The Best Of Us.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

Bad's The Best Of Us.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.