Happie Is Hee That Chastens Himselfe.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

He That Feares Leaves, Let Him Not Goe Into The Wood.

The House Is A Fine House, When Good Folks Are Within.

Two Sparrows On One Ear Of Corn Make An Ill Agreement.

Every Thing New Is Fine.