A Disarmed Peace Is Weake.

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.

Better Suffer Ill, Then Doe Ill. [better Suffer Ill, Than Do Ill.]

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

He Warmes Too Neere That Burnes.

Hee That Would Bee Well Old, Must Bee Old Betimes.