You Say To Me-wards Your Affection's Strong;

Lord, 'tis Thy Plenty-dropping Hand That Soils My Land, And Giv'st Me For My Bushel Sowne Twice Ten For One. All This, And Better, Thou Dost Send Me, To This End, That I Should Render, For My Part, A Thankful Heart.

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.