Every One Is Weary, The Poore In

Man Is One World, And Hath / Another To Attend Him.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

The Wolf Must Die In His Own Skin.

It's Good Tying The Sack Before It Be Full.

Where There Is Peace, God Is.