Neither Eyes On Letters, Nor Hands In

The Thread Breakes, Where It Is Weakest.

Fortune To One Is Mother, To Another Is Step-mother.

Chuse A Horse Made, And A Wife To Make.

Knowledge Is No Burden.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.