A Good Prayer Is Master Of Anothers

Much Money Makes A Countrey Poor, For It Sets A Dearer Price On Every Thing.

As Flames Do Work And Wind When They Ascend, So Did I Weave Myself Into The Sense.

Slander Is A Shipwrack By A Dry Tempest.

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

Criticks Are Like Brushers Of Noblemens Cloaths.