In War, Hunting, And Love,

Money, Thou Bane Of Bliss, And Source Of Woe, Whence Cam'st Thou, That Thou Art So Fresh And Fine? I Know Thy Parentage Is Base And Low: Man Found Thee Poor And Dirty In A Mine.

He That Steals An Egg Will Steal An Ox.

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.

A Good Bargaine Is A Pick-purse. [a Good Bargain Is A Pick-purse.]

The Thread Breakes, Where It Is Weakest.