Mention Not A Halter In The House

We Cannot Come To Honour Under Coverlet.

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.

Many Things Are Lost For Want Of Asking.

When The Tree Is Fallen, All Goe With Their Hatchet. [when The Tree Is Fallen, All Go With Their Hatchet.]

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.