Many Things Are Lost For Want Of

The Masters Eye Fattens The Horse, And His Foote The Ground.

Wood Halfe Burnt Is Easily Kindled. [wood Half-burnt Is Easily Kindled.]

Shew Me A Lyer, And I'le Shew Thee A Theefe.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

All Things Require Skill But An Appetite.