Love Makes All Hard Hearts

God Strikes With His Finger, And Not With All His Arm.

If Folly Were Griefe Every House Would Weepe. [if Folly Were Grief, Every House Would Weep.]

He Quits His Place Well, That Leaves His Friend There.

To Go Upon The Franciscans Hackney (i.e. On Foot).

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.