Quick Beleevers Neede Broad Shoulders.

The Charges Of Building And Making Of Gardens Are Unknowne.

One Slumber Finds Another.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone. Salute Thyself: See What Thy Soul Doth Wear. Dare To Look In Thy Chest; For 'tis Thine Own: And Tumble Up And Down What Thou Findst There. Who Cannot Rest Till He Good Fellows Find, He Breaks Up House, Turns Out Of Doors His Mind.

It's Absurd To Warme One In His Armour.

Who Shuts His Hand Has Lost His Gold, Who Opens It Hath It Twice Told.