The Worst Of Law Is, That One

Every Ill Man Hath His Ill Day.

Grasp Not At Much, For Fear Thou Losest All.

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.

That Which Two Will, Takes Effect.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.