Love Is The True Price Of Love.

No Sooner Is A Temple Built To God But The Devill Builds A Chappell Hard By.

Exalted Manna, Gladness Of The Best, Heaven In Ordinary, Man Well Drest.

That Flesh Is But The Glasse, Which Holds The Dust That Measures All Our Time; Which Also Shall Be Crumbled Into Dust.

The Perswasion Of The Fortunate Swaies The Doubtfull.

He That Will Be Surety, Shall Pay.