Ther's No Great Banquet But Some Fares

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

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

Love Makes A Good Eye Squint.

Justice Pleaseth Few In Their Owne House. [justice Pleases Few In Their Own House.]

Sinnes Are Not Knowne Till They Bee Acted.