That Is Gold Which Is Worth Gold.

Giving Is Dead, Restoring Very Sicke.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.

Ill Natures, The More You Aske Them, The More They Stick.

One Slumber Finds Another.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.