A Penny Spar'd Is Twice Got.

Giving Much To The Poore, Doth Inrich A Mans Store. [giving Much To The Poor Doth Increase A Man's Store.]

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

The Effect Speakes, The Tongue Needes Not. [the Effect Speaks, The Tongue Needs Not.]

Give Me Simplicity, That I May Live, So Live And Like, That I May Know Thy Ways, Know Them And Practise Them: Then Shall I Give For This Poor Wreath, Give Thee A Crown Of Praise.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.