Lay Not That Flattering Unction To Your

Why, What Is Pomp, Rule, Reign, But Earth And Dust? And, Live We How We Can, Yet Die We Must.

I Am Sure Care's An Enemy To Life.

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

Robust Grass Endures Mighty Winds; Loyal Ministers Emerge Through Ordeal.

If To Do Were As Easy As To Know What Were Good To Do, Chapels Had Been Churches, And Poor Men's Cottage Princes' Palaces.