Men Are Suspicious; Prone To Discontent: Subjects

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.

A Little Saint Best Fits A Little Shrine, A Little Prop Best Fits A Little Vine, As My Small Cruse Best Fits My Little Wine.

Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be Dead.

Praise They That Will Times Past, I Joy To See My Selfe Now Live: This Age Best Pleaseth Mee.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.