He Puls With A Long Rope, That

Of Faire Things, The Autumne Is Faire.

Hee Lookes Not Well To Himselfe That Lookes Not Ever.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

If Any Speak Ill Of Thee, Fly Home To Thy Own Conscience And Examine Thy Heart. If Thou Art Guilty, It Is A Just Correction; If Not Guilty, It Is A Fair Instruction.

Great Fortune Brings With It Great Misfortune.