A Penny Spar'd Is Twice Got.

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.

A White Wall Is The Paper Of A Foole.

Good Is The Mora That Makes All Sure.

If Thou Do Ill, The Joy Fades, Not The Pains. If Well, The Pain Doth Fade, The Joy Remains.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.