Gossips Are Frogs, They Drinke And Talke.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

Hee Begins To Die, That Quits His Desires.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.

Every One Hath A Foole In His Sleeve.