Wishers Were Ever Fools.

I'll Never Be Such A Gosling To Obey Instinct, But Stand As Is A Man Were Author Of Himself And Knew No Other Kin.

If They Love They Know Not Why, They Hate Upon No Better Ground, They Hate Upon No Better A Ground

The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From Whence They Have Their Nourishment.

For I Am Proverbed With A Grandsire Phrase.

Death Is My Son-in-law, Death Is My Heir.