Sleepe Without Supping, And Wake

Life Is Half Spent Before We Know What It Is.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

That Which Sufficeth Is Not Little.

On A Good Bargain Think Twice.

Harken To Reason Or Shee Will Bee Heard.