Great Almes-giving Lessens No Mans Living.

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

All Things In Their Beeing Are Good For Something.

I Had Rather Ride On An Ass That Carries Me Than A Horse That Throws Me.

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.

He Carries Well, To Whom It Waighes Not. [he Carries Well, To Whomit Weighs Not.]