Fools Are Not Mad Folks.

Let Never Day Nor Night Unhallowed Pass, But Still Remember What The Lord Hath Done.

To Business That We Love We Rise Betime, And Go To't With Delight.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.