Hee That Goes Barefoot, Must Not Plant

Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

In A Retreat The Lame Are Formost. [in A Retreat The Lame Are Foremost.]

Thou That Hast Given So Much To Me Give Me One Thing More, A Grateful Heart: Not Thankful When It Pleaseth Me, As If Thy Blessings Had Spare Days, But Such A Heart Whose Pulse May Be Thy Praise.

If All Fooles Had Babies, Wee Should Want Fuell.

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.