Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

Who Doth His Owne Businesse, Foules Not His Hands.

He That Thinks Amiss, Concludes Worse.

Give A Clown Your Finger, And He Will Take Your Hand.

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.