To have money is a feare, not to have it a griefe.
Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
Thou who hast given so much to me, give me one more thing... a grateful heart!
Every man's censure is first moulded in his own nature.
All things have their place, knew wee how to place them.
He that looseth is Marchant as well as he that gaines.