Every Thing New Is Fine.

He Complaines Wrongfully On The Sea That Twice Suffers Shipwrack.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

Good Words Quench More Then A Bucket Of Water.

Nothing Lasts But The Church.

Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which Pleaseth.