To A Close Shorn Sheep, God Gives

He That Believes All Misseth; He That Believes Nothing, Hits Not.

He That Needs Five Thousand Pound To Live, Is Full As Poor As He That Needs But Five.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.