Temptations hurt not, though they have accesse; Satan o'ercomes none but by willingnesse.

Seldom comes Glory till a man be dead.

T is the will that makes the action good or ill.

Whatever comes, let's be content withal: Among God's blessings there is no one small.

The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.

When a daffadill I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may, what I must be: First, I shall decline my head; Secondly, I shall be dead: Lastly, safely buryed.

None pities him that is in the snare, who warned before, would not beware.