To A Great Night, A Great Lanthorne.

Every Man's Censure Is First Moulded In His Own Nature.

Who Would Doe Ill Ne're Wants Occasion.

Reason Lies Betweene The Spurre And The Bridle. [reason Lies Between The Spur And The Bridle.]

Every Thing New Is Fine.

There Is An Hour Wherein A Man Might Be Happy All His Life, Could He Find It.