The Dog That Licks Ashes,

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.

The Wine In The Bottle Does Not Quench Thirst.

To A Gratefull Man Give Mony When He Askes.

He That Doth What He Should Not, Shall Feele What He Would Not. [he That Doth What He Should Not Shall Feel What He Would Not.]

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.