Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

Hee That Hath Right, Feares; He That Hath Wrong, Hopes.

The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.

Willowes Are Weak, Yet They Bind Other Wood.

An Ill Labourer Quarrells With His Tooles.