Love Makes One Fitt For Any Work.

A Poore Mans Cow Dies A Rich Mans Child.

All Truths Are Not To Be Told.

Let Thy Mind Still Be Bent, Still Plotting, Where, And When, And How Thy Business May Be Done. Slackness Breeds Worms; But The Sure Traveller, Though He Alights Sometimes Still Goeth On.

Nothing Wears Clothes, But Man; Nothing Doth Need But He To Wear Them.

Be Useful Where Thou Livest.