Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.

Favour will as surely perish as life.

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, like seasoned timber, never gives.

A journying woman speakes much of all, and all of her.

Mony refused looseth its brightnesse.

The thought hath good leggs, and the quill a good tongue.

Let none say, I will not drinke water.