Rivers Neede A Spring.

Hee That Gives Thee A Bone, Would Not Have Thee Die.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is Fitting.

Speak Not Of My Debts Unless You Mean To Pay Them.

The Reasons Of The Poore Weigh Not. [the Reasons Of The Poor Weigh Not.]