No Alchymy To Saving.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

He That Sowes Trusts In God.