One Slumber Finds Another.

The Smith And His Penny Both Are Black.

All Truths Are Not To Be Told.

Better Suffer Ill, Then Doe Ill. [better Suffer Ill, Than Do Ill.]

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

By The Needle You Shall Draw The Thread, And By That Which Is Past, See How That Which Is To Come Will Be Drawne On.