Better A Little Chiding Than A Great

I Have Heard It Said There Is An Art Which In Their Piedness Shares With Great Creating Nature.

Every Inordinate Cup Is Unbless'd, And The Ingredient Is A Devil.

He Is Winding The Watch Of His Wit; By And By It Will Strike.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.