Ill Ware Is Never Cheape. [ill Ware

A Snow Yeare, A Rich Yeare.

Of Him That Speakes Ill, Consider The Life More Then The Word. [of Him That Speaks Ill, Consider The Life More Than The Word.]

To A Child All Weather Is Cold.

Three Can Hold Their Peace, If Two Be Away.

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