The Body Is More Drest Then The

He That Plaies His Mony Ought Not To Value It.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

Thou Who Hast Given So Much To Me, Give Me One More Thing... A Grateful Heart!

Good Swimmers At Length Are Drowned.

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]