One Enemy Is Too Much.

Get To Live; Then Live, And Use It; Else, It Is Not True That Thou Hast Gotten. Surely Use Alone Makes Money Not A Contemptible Stone.

Many Friends In Generall, One In Speciall.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.

The Charges Of Building And Making Of Gardens Are Unknowne.

A Fair Day In Winter Is The Mother Of A Storme.