Goods Are Theirs That Enjoy

Never Was A Miser A Brave Soul.

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

God, And Parents, And Our Master, Can Never Be Requited.

The Wolfe Must Dye In His Owne Skinne.

He That Would Be Well, Needs Not Goe From His Owne House. [he That Would Be Well Needs Not Go From His Own House.]