The Wolfe Eats Oft Of

It Is A Great Victory That Comes Without Blood.

When The Tree Is Fallen, All Goe With Their Hatchet. [when The Tree Is Fallen, All Go With Their Hatchet.]

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

Losse Embraceth Shame.

Chuse None For Thy Servant Who Have Served Thy Betters.