Soft And Faire Goes Farre.

Feare, The Bedle Of The Law.

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?

Hee That Marries For Wealth Sells His Liberty.

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.