A Wicked Mans Gift Hath

Half The World Knows Not How The Other Half Lies.

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.

Teach Me, My God And King In All Things Thee To See And What I Do In Anything To Do It As For Thee

He Hath Great Neede Of A Foole, That Plaies The Foole Himselfe.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.