As the twig is bent, so grows the tree.

Wit and judgment often are at strife.

The light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.

Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

The flower's are gone when the Fruits appear to ripen.

In faith and hope the world will disagree, but all mankind's concern is charity.

Remembrance and reflection how allied. What thin partitions divides sense from thought.