None Is So Wise, But The Foole

Pardon All But Thy Selfe. [pardon All But Thyself.]

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

Make Hast To An Ill Way That You May Get Out Of It.

The Fault Is As Great As Hee That Is Faulty.

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?