O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Beshrew That Heart That Makes My Heart To Groan For That Deep Wound It Gives My Friend And Me; Is't Not Enough To Torture Me Alone, But Slave To Slavery My Sweet'st Friend Must Be?

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!