We Live In An Age

Laugh Not Too Much; The Witty Man Laughs Least: For Wit Is News Only To Ignorance. Lesse At Thine Own Things Laugh; Lest In The Jest Thy Person Share, And The Conceit Advance.

The Command Of Custome Is Great.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

He That Hath Lands Hath Quarrells.

The Honey Is Sweet, But The Bee Stings.