Bid The Dishonest Man Mend

If Love Be Blind, Love Cannot Hit The Mark

Where Every Something, Being Blent Together Turns To A Wild Of Nothing.

When Thou Cam'st First, Thou Strok'st Me And Made Much Of Me; Wouldst Give Me Water With Berries In't; And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night; And Then I Loved Thee And Showed Thee All The Qualities O' Th' Isle, The Fresh Springs, Brine-pits, Barren Place And Fertile.

He That Wants Money, Means, And Content Is Without Three Good Friends.

If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It