And His Unkindness May Defeat My Life,

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.