He That Hath No Good Trade, It

The Charges Of Building And Making Of Gardens Are Unknowne.

After So Many Deaths I Live And Write.

Help Thyself, And God Will Help Thee.

The Absent Partie Is Still Faultie.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.