A White Wall Is The Paper Of

The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body Many.

Old Wine, And An Old Friend, Are Good Provisions.

Let Thy Mind's Sweetness Have Its Operation Upon Thy Body, Clothes, And Habitation.

In A Retreat The Lame Are Formost. [in A Retreat The Lame Are Foremost.]

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.