With A Bloody Flux Of Oaths Vows

No Labor Is Hard, No Time Is Long, Wherein The Glory Of Eternity Is The Mark We Level At.

Death Aims With Fouler Spiteat Fairer Marks.

Has Fortune Dealt You Some Bad Cards. Then Let Wisdom Make You A Good Gamester.

He That Gives All, Though But Little, Gives Much; Because God Looks Not To The Quantity Of The Gift, But To The Quality Of The Givers.

False World, Thou Ly'st: Thou Canst Not Lend The Least Delight: Thy Favours Cannot Gain A Friend, They Are So Slight.