In Ways To Greatness Think

Fight Thou With Shafts Of Silver, And O'ercome When No Force Else Can Get The Masterdom

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.

For Pitty, Sir, Find Out That Bee Which Bore My Love Away I'le Seek Him In Your Bonnet Brave, I'le Seek Him In Your Eyes.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

Tis Hard To Find God, But To Comprehend Him, As He Is, Is Labour Without End.