To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde

Building And Marrying Of Children Are Great Wasters.

True Beauty Lives On High. Ours Is But A Flame Borrowed Thence.

Who Is The Honest Man? He That Doth Still And Strongly Good Pursue To God, His Neighbor, And Himself Most True: Whom Neither Force Nor Fawning Can Unpin, Or Wrench From Giving All Their Due.

One Flower Makes No Garland.

Good Is To Bee Sought Out, And Evill Attended.