A Good Prayer Is Master Of Anothers

All Flesh Is Not Venison.

It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine Nothing.

Summe Up At Night What Thou Hast Done By Day; And In The Morning What Thou Hast To Do. Dresse And Undresse Thy Soul; Mark The Decay And Growth Of It; If, With Thy Watch, That Too Be Down Then Winde Up Both; Since We Shall Be Most Surely Judg'd, Make Thy Accounts Agree.

The Effect Speakes, The Tongue Needes Not. [the Effect Speaks, The Tongue Needs Not.]

It Is Part Of A Poor Spirit To Undervalue Himself And Blush.