The Soule Needs Few Things, The Body

He That Trusts Much Obliges Much, Says The Spaniard.

Hee That Blowes In The Dust Fills His Eyes With It.

Hell Is Full Of Good Meanings And Wishings.

Love Without End, Hath No End, Says The Spaniard: (meaning, If It Were Not Begun On Particular Ends, It Would Last).

Knowledge Is But Folly Unless It Is Guided By Grace.