He Pares His Apple That Will Cleanly

Death Keeps No Calendar.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.

A Morning Sunne, And A Wine-bred Child, And A Latin-bred Woman, Seldome End Well.

A Good Prayer Is Master Of Anothers Purse.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.