For Washing His Hands, None Sels His

Danger It Selfe The Best Remedy For Danger.

The Divell Never Assailes A Man, Except He Find Him Either Void Of Knowledge, Or Of The Fear Of God.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

When One Is On Horsebacke Hee Knowes All Things.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.