Yeeres Know More Then Bookes.

You May Bring A Horse To The River, But He Will Drinke When And What He Pleaseth.

The Honey Is Sweet, But The Bee Stings.

Tis Hard To Be Wretched, But Worse To Be Knowne So.

Faire Language Grates Not The Tongue.

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.