A Sleepy Master Makes His Servant A

He That Passeth A Winters Day Escapes An Enemy.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

Evils Have Their Comfort, Good None Can Support.

We Are Fooles One To Another.

He That Measures Not Himselfe, Is Measured.