Hee That Gives Thee A

Favour Will As Surely Perish As Life.

Every One Thinkes His Sacke Heaviest.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.

He--the Country Parson--is Not Witty Or Learned Or Eloquent, But Holy.

Frenzy, Heresie, And Jealovsie, Seldome Cured.