It Is Good To Hold The Asse

Neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thy Selfe, Thy Actins Serve The Turne. [neither Praise Nor Dispraise Thyself; Thy Actions Serve The Turn.]

Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The Branch.

Thou Who Hast Given So Much To Me, Give Me One More Thing... A Grateful Heart!

At Dinner My Man Appeares.

He That Sings On Friday, Will Weepe On Sunday.