Giving Is Dead, Restoring Very Sicke.

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

We Must Love, As Looking One Day To Hate.

All Keyes Hang Not On One Girdle.

Surely If Each One Saw Another's Heart, There Would Be No Commerce, No Sale Or Bargain Pass: All Would Disperse And Live Apart.

No Day So Clear But Hath Dark Clouds.