Hee That Looseth His Due, Gets Not

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

It Is Good To Have Some Friends Both In Heaven And Hell.

The Smith And His Penny Both Are Black.