Feare, The Bedle Of The

In A Retreat The Lame Are Formost. [in A Retreat The Lame Are Foremost.]

Knowledge Is Folly Unless Grace Guide It.

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

We Batchelors Laugh And Shew Our Teeth, But You Married Men Laugh Till Your Hearts Ake.

Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In Peace.