Praise None Too Much, For All Are

Nothing Wears Clothes, But Man; Nothing Doth Need But He To Wear Them.

Hee That Goes To Bed Thirsty Riseth Healthy.

One Faire Day In Winter Makes Not Birds Merrie.

To The Counsel Of Fools A Wooden Bell.

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