Greene Wood Makes A Hott Fire.

Quick Believers Need Broad Shoulders.

Good Words Are Worth Much, And Cost Little.

His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.

I Know The Ways Of Pleasure, The Sweet Strains, The Lullings And The Relishes Of It.

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.