None Is Borne Master.

Happier Are The Hands Compast With Yron, Then A Heart With Thoughts.

Though God Take The Sunne Out Of The Heaven, Yet We Must Have Patience.

Two Ill Meales Make The Third A Glutton.

The Tooth-ach Is More Ease Then To Deale With Ill People.

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