Love Askes Faith, And Faith

The Best Smell Is Bread; The Best Saver, Salt; The Best Love, That Of Children.

If That Thy Fame With Ev'ry Toy Be Pos'd, 'tis A Thin Web, Which Poysonous Fancies Make; But The Great Souldier's Honour Was Compos'd Of Thicker Stuf, Which Would Endure A Shake. Wisdom Picks Friends; Civility Plays The Rest; A Toy Shunn'd Cleanly Passeth With The Best.

Hee That Hath Charge Of Soules Transports Them Not In Bundles.

He Who Has The Pepper May Season As He Lists.

God Is At The End, When We Thinke He Is Furthest Off It.