Is He On His Horse? O Happy

Good With Out Evil Is Like Light With Out Darkness Which In Turn Is Like Righteousness Whith Out Hope.

Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A Mortal Woe.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

What Need The Bridge Much Broader Than The Flood?

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.