Live Like Yourself, Was Soon My Lady's

Who Builds A Church To God And Not To Fame, Will Never Mark The Marble With His Name.

While I Live, No Rich Or Noble Knave Shall Walk The World In Credit To His Grave.

For Wit And Judgment Often Are At Strife, Though Meant Each Other's Aid, Like Man And Wife.

The Search Of Our Future Being Is But A Needless, Anxious, And Haste To Be Knowing, Sooner Than We Can, What, Without All This Solicitude, We Shall Know A Little Later.

Say First, Of God Above Or Man Below; What Can We Reason But From What We Know.