Only A Sweet And Virtuous Soul, Like

A White Wall Is The Paper Of A Foole.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

Hunger Makes Dinners, Pastime Suppers.

The Lame Goes As Farre As Your Staggerer. [the Lame Goes As Far As Your Staggerer.]

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.