He Hath Great Neede Of

Sometimes The Best Gain Is To Lose.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

Hee Stands Not Surely, That Never Slips.

When Thou Dost Tell Another's Jest, Therein Omit The Oaths, Which True Wit Cannot Need; Pick Out Of Tales The Mirth, But Not The Sin.