Praise Day At Night, And Life At

Who Goes To Bed, And Doth Not Pray, Maketh Two Nights To Every Day!

Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like Seasoned Timber, Never Gives.

Though You See A Church-man Ill, Yet Continue In The Church Still.

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.

He That Measures Not Himselfe, Is Measured.