The Hole Calls The Thiefe.

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Fly Home To Thy Own Conscience And Examine Thy Heart. If Thou Art Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction.

No Profit To Honour, No Honour To Religion.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

Better Suffer Ill, Then Doe Ill. [better Suffer Ill, Than Do Ill.]

Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.