The body is the soul's poor house or home, whose ribs the laths are and whose flesh the loam.
Those Saints, which God loves best, The Devil tempts not least.
The person lives twice who lives the first life well
Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.