Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do

Between The Businesse Of Life And The Day Of Death, A Space Ought To Be Interposed.

There's No Such Conquering Weapon As The Necessity Of Conquering.

Good Newes May Bee Told At Any Time, But Ill In The Morning.

Ty It Well, And Let It Goe.

He Is A Foole That Makes A Wedge Of His Fist.