Hee That Loves The Tree, Loves The

It Costs More To Doe Ill Then To Doe Well. [it Costs More To Do Ill Than To Do Well.]

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]

Better Spare To Have Of Thine Own, Then Aske Of Other Men. [better Spare To Have Of Thine Own Than Ask Of Other Men.]