He--the country parson--is not witty or learned or eloquent, but holy.

Trust not one night's ice.

Much money makes a Countrey poor, for it sets a dearer price on every thing.

What your glasse telles you, will not be told by Councell.

You may be on land, yet not in a garden.

He that talkes much of his happinesse summons griefe.

Happier are the hands compast with yron, then a heart with thoughts.