Gentle And Low, An Excellent Thing In

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.

Time Hath, My Lord, A Wallet At His Back Wherein He Puts Alms For Oblivion, A Great-sized Monster Of Ingratitudes: Those Scraps Are Good Deeds Past, Which Are Devour'd As Fast As They Are Made, Forgot As Soon As Done.

Bloody Instructions, Which, Being Taught, Return To Plague The Inventor.