Blasphemous Words Betray The Vain Foolishness Of

It Is Hard, But It Is Excellent, To Find The Right Knowledge Of When Correction Is Necessary And When Grace Doth Most Avail.

It Is Not Good To Wake A Sleeping Lion.

Fear Is Far More Painful To Cowardice Than Death To True Courage.

The Heavens Do Not Send Good Haps In Handfuls; But Let Us Pick Out Our Good By Little, And With Care, From Out Much Bad, That Still Our Little World May Know Its King.

Yet Sighes, Deare Sighes, Indeeds True Friends You Are That Do Not Leave Your Left Friend At The Wurst, But, As You With My Breast, I Oft Have Nurst So, Gratefull Now, You Waite Upon My Care.