Great Paines Quickly Find Ease.

Better A Barefoot Than None.

Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.

The Thought Hath Good Leggs, And The Quill A Good Tongue.

Teach Me, My God And King In All Things Thee To See And What I Do In Anything To Do It As For Thee

He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must Have A Good Key.