He That Serves, Must Serve.

Ill Vessels Seldome Miscarry.

No Love Is Foule, Nor Prison Fair.

To A Gratefull Man Give Mony When He Askes.

True Beauty Dwells On High: Ours Is A Flame But Borrowed Thence To Light Us Thither. Beauty And Beauteous Words Should Go Together.

When Age Is Jocond It Makes Sport For Death. [when Age Is Jocund, It Makes Sport For Death.]