The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole

God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is Fitting.

Fine Dressing Is A Foule House Swept Before The Doores.

Were It Not For The Bone In The Legge, All The World Would Turne Carpenters (to Make Them Crutches).

God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

There Is A Remedy For Every Thing, Could Men Find It.