Seasoned Life Of Man Preserved And Stored

How Soon Hath Time, The Subtle Thief Of Youth, Stolen On His Wing My Three-and-twentieth Year!

The Work Under Our Labour Grows, Luxurious By Restraint.

Anger And Just Rebuke, And Judgment Given, That Brought Into This World A World Of Woe, Sin And Her Shadow Death, And Misery, Death's Harbinger.

If It Come To Prohibiting, There Is Aught More Likely To Be Prohibited Than Truth Itself.

Long Is The Way And Hard, That Out Of Hell Leads Up To Light.