Hee That Goes Barefoot, Must

The Blind Eate Many A Flie. [the Blind Eat Many A Fly.]

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

Take Heed Of Credit Decaid, And People That Have Nothing.

Every Path Hath A Puddle.

Hee A Beast Doth Die, That Hath Done No Good To His Country.