Nature Does Require Her Times Of Preservation.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

Beauty Lives With Kindness.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.