At Dinner My Man Appeares.

Hee That Looseth His Due, Gets Not Thankes.

He That Sends A Foole Expects One.

Better The Feet Slip Then The Tongue.

Love Is The True Price Of Love.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.