A Coole Mouth, And Warme Feet, Live

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

It Is A Poor Sport That Is Not Worth A Candle.

A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And Dressed As The Body.

Divine Grace Was Never Slow.

Souldiers In Peace Are Like Chimneys In Summer.