Vertue Never Growes Old.

The Hole Calls The Thiefe. [the Hole Calls The Thief.]

Good & Quickly Seldome Meete.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

The Divell Never Assailes A Man, Except He Find Him Either Void Of Knowledge, Or Of The Fear Of God.

He That Knows Nothing Doubts Nothing.