One Flower Makes No Garland.

The Wolfe Eats Oft Of The Sheep That Have Been Warn'd.

Everyone Is A Master And Servant.

Souldiers In Peace Are Like Chimneys In Summer.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

God Is At The End, When We Thinke He Is Furthest Off It.