Hope Is The Poor Man's Bread.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

In A Leopard The Spotts Are Not Observed.

There Needs A Long Time To Know The Worlds Pulse.

If The Wise Erred Not, It Would Goe Hard With Fooles. [if The Wise Erred Not, It Would Go Hard With Fools.]