Pleasing Ware Is Half Sold.

The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point Forwards.

There Is An Hour Wherein A Man Might Be Happy All His Life, Could He Find It.

Be Thrifty, But Not Covetous.

To A Crafty Man, A Crafty And An Halfe.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.