Sentences in S.
Fol. 4. verse 35.
'Tis hard, not to write Satyrs.
Fol. 39. verse 31.
The Straight may Cripples, White-Men Negroes jeer.
Fol. 41. verse 72.
Secrets bring jewels,
Fol. 42. verse 95.
—The Scab but got By one Sheep, the whol Flock will have the Ro••.
Fol. 75. verse 61.
He owes thee nothing, Nothing will bestow, That lets thee but an honest Secret know,
Fol. 78. verse 135.
They will know Chamber-Secrets and be fear'd.
Fol. 134. verse 79.
Great Houses with proud Servants swarm.
Fol. 237. ver. 243.
Nothing costs Fathers lesse then Sons,
Fol. 281. verse 212.
Short let it be, which thou dar'st fouly act.
Fol. 318. verse 139.
Slaves care not what they 'gainst their Lord compose, When with their rumors they revenge his blowes.
Fol. 318. verse 147.
We must, for many causes, live upright,
Fol. 333. verse 21.
But, chiefly, That we Servants tongues may slight. Seldome the Souldiers did poor Garrets clime.
Fol. 347. ver. 349.
Fair Lucrece, and her fatall Rape, Incourages no one to wish her Shape.
Fol. 428. vers. 20.
That Science makes the happy men, Which conquers Fortune with celestiall Books.