If All Fooles Wore White Caps, Wee

But Who Does Hawk At Eagles With A Dove?

To A Great Night, A Great Lanthorne.

He That Mockes A Cripple, Ought To Be Whole.

One Graine Fills Not A Sacke, But Helpes His Fellowes.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.