But Now I Am Cabined, Cribbed, Confined,

Now, God Be Praised, That To Believing Souls Gives Light In Darkness, Comfort In Despair.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

A Good Heart 'is Worth Gold.