A Pleasure Long Expected Is Deare Enough

Sorrow Was All My Soul; I Scarce Believed, Till Grief Did Tell Me Roundly, That I Lived.

Teach Me, My God And King In All Things Thee To See And What I Do In Anything To Do It As For Thee

Better A Bare Foote Then None.

Praise The Sea, But Keepe On Land.

Who Hath Bitter In His Mouth, Spits Not All Sweet.