He Is Onely Bright That Shines By

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.

The Filth Under The White Snow, The Sunne Discovers.

The Rage Of A Wild Boar Is Able To Spoil More Then One Wood.

Hee That Doth What Hee Will, Doth Not What He Ought.

He That Mockes A Cripple, Ought To Be Whole.