Evening Words Are Not Like To Morning.

A Little Labour, Much Health.

Hee Looseth Nothing, That Looseth Not God.

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.

All Flesh Is Not Venison.

Being On Sea Saile, Being On Land Settle. [being On Sea, Sail; Being On Land, Settle.]