That From Small Fires Comes Oft No

Good And Quickly Seldom Meet.

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 That Lies With The Dogs, Riseth With Fleas.

Nothing Secure Unlesse Suspected.

Divine Ashes Are Better Then Earthly Meale.