Music Helps Not The Toothache.

Although The Sun Shine, Leave Not Thy Cloake At Home.

O What A Sight Were Man, If His Attires Did Alter With His Minde; And Like A Dolphins Skinne, His Clothes Combin'd With His Desires!

Who Would Have Thought My Shrivel'd Heart Could Have Recovered Greenness?

In A Retreat The Lame Are Formost. [in A Retreat The Lame Are Foremost.]

More Have Repented Speech Then Silence. [more Have Repented Speech Than Silence.]