Helpe Thy Selfe, And God

Hee That Is In A Towne In May Loseth His Spring.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.

Hee Is Rich Enough That Wants Nothing.

He That Passeth A Winters Day Escapes An Enemy.

Doe What Thou Oughtest, And Come What Come Can.