Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His

He That Hath Children, All His Morsels Are Not His Owne.

Everyone Thinks His Sack Heaviest.

He That Cannot Forgive Others, Breaks The Bridge Over Which He Himself Must Pass If He Would Ever Reach Heaven; For Everyone Has Need To Be Forgiven.

With Customes Wee Live Well, But Lawes Undoe Us.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.