Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

The Comforters Head Never Akes.

If Fooles Should Not Foole It, They Shall Lose Their Season.

Shewa Good Man His Errour And He Turnes It To A Vertue, But An Ill, It Doubles His Fault.

Vnder Water, Famine; Under Snow, Bread.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.