I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The

If Money Go Before, All Ways Do Lie Open.

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

O! That A Man Might Know The End Of This Day's Business, Ere It Come; But It Sufficeth That The Day Will End, And Then The End Is Known.