Our Owne Actions Are Our

All Are Presumed Good Till They Are Found At Fault.

Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.

Good Words Quench More Then A Bucket Of Water.

He That Hath But One Eye, Must Bee Afraid To Lose It. [he That Hath But One Eye Must Be Afraid To Lose It.]