Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall.

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

Wilt Thou Whip Thine Own Faults In Other Men?