Better A Barefoot Than None.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

We Are Fooles One To Another.

Good Is To Bee Sought Out, And Evill Attended.

A Dead Bee Maketh No Hony.

The Life Of Man Is A Winter Way.