Farre Shooting Never Kild Bird.

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]

Three Can Hold Their Peace, If Two Be Away.

When It Thunders, The Theefe Becomes Honest. [when It Thunders, The Thief Becomes Honest.]

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.

Lord, With What Care Hast Thou Begirt Us Round! Parents First Season Us; Then Schoolmasters Deliver Us To Laws; They Send Us Bound To Rules Of Reason, Holy Messengers, Pulpits And Sundays, Sorrow Dogging Sin, Afflictions Sorted, Anguish Of All Sizes, Fine Nets And Stratagems To Catch Us In, Bibles Laid Open, Millions Of Surprises, Blessings Beforehand, Ties Of Gratefulness, The Sound Of Glory Ringing In Our Ears: Without, Our Shame; Within, Our Consciences; Angels And Grace, Eternal Hopes And Fears. Yet All These Fences And Their Whole Array One Cunning Bosom-sin Blows Quite Away.