He That's Long A Giving, Knowes Not

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

Vertue Never Growes Old.

All That Shakes Falles Not.

In Good Yeares Corne Is Hay, In Ill Yeares Straw Is Corne.

He Pares His Apple That Will Cleanly Feed.