The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

No Reckoning Made, But Sent To My Account With All My Imperfections On My Head.

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.