There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke

Fear Keepes And Looks To The Vineyard, And Not The Owner.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

Love And Businesse Teach Eloquence.

To A Greedy Eating Horse A Short Halter.

A Wicked Mans Gift Hath A Touch Of His Master.