Thou that hast given so much to me give me one thing more, a grateful heart: not thankful when it pleaseth me, as if Thy blessings had spare days, but such a heart whose pulse may be Thy praise.

Cities seldome change Religion only.

Who will make a doore of gold must knock a naile every day.

To a fair day open the window, but make you ready as to a foule.

He that lives well sees a farre off.

When all sinnes grow old, coveteousnesse is young.

Punishment is lame, but it comes.