God Comes To See Without A Bell.

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

Where There Is Peace, God Is.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Where Your Will Is Ready, Your Feet Are Light.

By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than Galen Ever Cured