Good Is The Mora That Makes All

Humble Hearts Have Humble Desires.

No Tye Can Oblige The Perfidious. [no Tie Can Oblige The Perfidious.]

Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He Shall Not Labour?

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

Hee That Falles Into The Durt, The Longer He Stayes There, The Fowler He Is.