Who Hath No More Bread Then Neede,

Though Punishment Be Slow, Still It Comes.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself.

Punishment Is Lame, But It Comes.

Great Almes-giving Lessens No Mans Living.

Bees Work For Man, And Yet They Never Bruise Their Master's Flower, But Leave It Having Done, As Fair As Ever And As Fit To Use; So Both The Flower Doth Stay And Honey Run.