Good Is The Mora That Makes All

He That Lies With The Dogs, Riseth With Fleas.

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He Shall Not Labour?

The Ballance Distinguisheth Not Betweene Gold And Lead.

A Good Prayer Is Master Of Anothers Purse.