Modesty Sets Off One Newly

Leave Jesting Whiles It Pleaseth, Lest It Turne To Earnest.

Whose House Is Of Glass, Must Not Throw Stones At Another.

The Ill That Comes Out Of Our Mouth Falles Into Our Bosome.

Punishment Is Lame, But It Comes.

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.