If You Could Runne, As You Drinke,

Who Hath None To Still Him, May Weepe Out His Eyes. [who Hath None To Still Him, May Weep Out His Eyes.]

God's Breath In Man Returning To His Birth, The Soul In Paraphrase, Heart In Pilgrimage.

There Is An Hour Wherein A Man Might Be Happy All His Life, Could He Find It.

He That Is Surprized With The First Frost Feeles It All The Winter After.

Would You Know What Money Is, Go Borrow Some.