Divine Ashes Are Better Then Earthly Meale.

The Market Is The Best Garden.

There Needs A Long Time To Know The Worlds Pulse.

All Things In Their Beeing Are Good For Something.

Sweet Rose, Whose Hue, Angry And Brave, Bids The Rash Gazer Wipe His Eye, Thy Root Is Even In The Grave, And Thou Must Die.

Bibles Laid Open, Millions Of Surprises.