Every Bees Hony Is Sweet.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

All Truths Are Not To Be Told.

He That Serves Well Needes Not Ask His Wages.

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.

Exalted Manna, Gladness Of The Best, Heaven In Ordinary, Man Well Drest.