It's An Ill Aire Where Wee Gaine

Rivers Neede A Spring.

Cloath Thee In War, Arme Thee In Peace.

Pursue Not A Victory Too Far. He Hath Conquered Well That Hath Made His Enemy Fly; Thou Mayest Beat Him To A Desperate Resistance, Which May Ruin Thee.

The Book Of Books, The Storehouse And Magazine Of Life And Comfort, The Holy Scriptures.

Hee That Lies Long A Bed, His Estate Feeles It.