A Woman Conceales What Shee Knowes Not.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

If Thou Thy Selfe Canst Doe It, Attend No Others Helpe Or Hand.

Silke Doth Quench The Fire In The Kitchin.

Money Refused Loose Its Brightness.

We Must Love, As Looking One Day To Hate.