Feare Keepes The Garden Better Then The

The Absent Partie Is Still Faultie.

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

No Alchymy To Saving.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.