The Death Of Wolves Is The Safety

He That Riseth First, Is First Drest.

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.

A Pittifull Looke Askes Enough.

A Holy Habit Clenseth Not A Foule Soule.

Frenzy, Heresie, And Jealovsie, Seldome Cured.