The Rich Knowes Not Who Is His

If Fooles Should Not Foole It, They Shall Lose Their Season.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

A Good Judge Conceives Quickly, Judges Slowly.

Money Wants No Followers.