Fooles Give To Please All But Their

When God Will Punish, Hee Will First Take Away The Understanding.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.

There Is No Jollitie But Hath A Smack Of Folly. [there Is No Jollity But Hath A Smack Of Folly.]

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

Every Day Brings His Bread With It.