A Gentle Heart Is Tied

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

Who Eates The Kings Goose Uoydes The Feathers An Hundred Years After. [who Eats The King's Goose Voids The Feathers A Hundred Years After.]

If You Loose Your Time, You Cannot Get Mony Nor Gaine.

Presse A Stick, And It Seemes A Youth.

Woe Be To Him That Reads But One Book.