Love Askes Faith, And Faith Firmenesse.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

The Little Cannot Bee Great, Unlesse He Devoure Many. [the Little Cannot Be Great Unless He Devour Many.]

As The Yeere Is, Your Pot Must Seeth.

Persons Unmask Their Evilest Qualities When They Do Quarrel.

Great Trees Are Good For Nothing But Shade.