An Ill Deede Cannot Bring Honour.

Honour Without Profit Is A Ring On The Finger.

The Great Would Have None Great And The Little All Little.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And Dressed As The Body.

Prayer Should Be The Key Of The Day And The Lock Of The Night.