Be What Thou Wouldst Seeme To Be.

He That Is Angry At A Feast Is Rude.

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

You Cannot Make A Windmill Go With A Pair Of Bellows.

Love Bade Me Welcome, But My Soul Drew Back.