Of Faire Things, The Autumne Is Faire.

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

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.

No Naked Man Is Sought After To Be Rifled.

A Horse Stumbles That Hath Foure Legges. [a Horse Stumbles That Has Four Legs.]