A Dwarf On A Giant's Shoulder, Sees

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

God Oft Hath A Great Share In A Little House.

To Seek In A Sheep Five Feet When There Is But Four.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.