The Tongue Walkes Where The Teeth Speede

Great Almes-giving Lessens No Mans Living.

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

The Sight Of A Man Hath The Force Of A Lyon.

He That Pitties Another, Remembers Himselfe.

Keep Good Company, And You Shall Be Of The Number.