Light Burdens, Long Borne, Grow Heavy.

There Would Be No Great Ones, If There Were No Little Ones.

Money Refused Loose Its Brightness.

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Season'd Timbered, Never Gives; But Though The Whole World Turn To Coal, Then Chiefly Lives.

One Flower Makes No Garland.

He That Deales In The World Needes Foure Seeves.