Good Is The Mora That Makes All

If Fooles Should Not Foole It, They Shall Lose Their Season.

Quick Believers Need Broad Shoulders.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

Corn Is Cleaned With Wind, And The Soul With Chastening

Hee That Makes A Thing Too Fine, Breakes It.