Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

A Piece Of A Churchyard Fits Everybody.

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.

The Child Saies Nothing, But What It Heard By The Fire.

Unsound Minds Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poyson. [unsound Minds, Like Unsound Bodies, If You Feed, You Poison.]

Make Hast To An Ill Way That You May Get Out Of It.