We Must Love, As Looking One Day

But Who Does Hawk At Eagles With A Dove?

He Carries Well, To Whom It Waighes Not. [he Carries Well, To Whomit Weighs Not.]

God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

To A Boiling Pot Flies Come Not.