All soils are not fertile.

All soils are not fertile.

He carries well, to whom it waighes not.

He carries well, to whom it waighes not.

Three helping one another, beare the burthen of sixe.

Three helping one another, beare the burthen of sixe.

The Rich knowes not who is his friend.

The Rich knowes not who is his friend.

Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?

Am I always to be a mere listener? Shall I never reply?

Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast,
Man never is, but always to be blest.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

A fair day in winter is the mother of a storme.

Simple is the language of truth.

Simple is the language of truth.

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop read more

I would have thee gone,
And yet no further than a wanton's bird,
Who lets it hop a little from her hand,
Like a poor prisoner in his twisted gyves,
And with a silk thread plucks it back again.