A Snow Year, A Rich Year.

Things Well Fitted Abide.

To Whirle The Eyes Too Much Shewes A Kites Braine.

Who Hath A Wolfe For His Mate, Needes A Dog For His Man.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.