Every One Thinkes His Sacke

Curtesie On One Side Only Lasts Not Long.

Avoid,profaneness; Come Not Here: Nothing But Holy, Pure, And Clear, Or That Which Groaneth To Be So, May At His Peril Further Go.

Threatned Men Eat Bread, Says The Spaniard.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

Good Newes May Bee Told At Any Time, But Ill In The Morning.