By Suppers More Have Been Killed Than

Faire Is Not Faire, But That Which Pleaseth.

Dare To Be True. Nothing Can Need A Lie: A Fault Which Needs It Most, Grows Two Thereby.

Thou Who Hast Given So Much To Me, Give Me One More Thing... A Grateful Heart!

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

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