One Stroke Fells Not An Oke.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Had You The World On Your Chesse-bord, You Could Not Fill All To Your Mind.

All Our Pompe The Earth Covers.

He Who Has The Pepper May Season As He Lists.

To A Gratefull Man Give Mony When He Askes.