There Is A Remedy For Every Thing,

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

The Fault Of The Horse Is Put On The Saddle.

Love Makes All Hard Hearts Gentle.