A Garden Must Be Looked

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.

A Garden Must Be Looked Unto And Dressed As The Body.

The Tongue Is Not Steele, Yet It Cuts. [the Tongue Is Not Steel Yet It Cuts.]

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

Who Paies The Physitian, Does The Cure.