Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

Art Quickens Nature; Care Will Make A Face; Neglected Beauty Perisheth Apace.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

Those Saints, Which God Loves Best, The Devil Tempts Not Least.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.

In Prayer The Lips Ne'er Act The Winning Part, Without The Sweet Concurrence Of The Heart.