He That Riseth First, Is First Drest.

Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.

The Back-doore Robs The House.

Prosperity Lets Goe The Bridle.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Weight Justly And Sell Dearely.