Vertue Now Is In Herbs And Stones

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.

Discreet Women Have Neither Eyes Nor Eares. [discreet Women Have Neither Eyes Nor Ears.]

The Mr. Absent, And The House Dead.

Cruelty Is More Cruell, If We Defer The Pain.

The Market Is The Best Garden.