Bee Not A Baker, If Your Head

Things Well Fitted Abide.

Teach Me, My God And King In All Things Thee To See And What I Do In Anything To Do It As For Thee

A Gift Much Expected Is Paid, Not Given.

I Envy No Man's Nightingale Or Spring; Nor Let Them Punish Me With Loss Of Rhyme, Who Plainly Say, My God, My King.

The Book Of Books, The Storehouse And Magazine Of Life And Comfort, The Holy Scriptures.