To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes

If You Would Bee At Ease, All The World Is Not.

He That Respects Not Is Not Respected.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

Vertue Flies From The Heart Of A Mercenary Man.

We Must Love, As Looking One Day To Hate.