Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old

If Ever Two Were One, Then Surely We. If Ever Man Were Loved By Wife, Then Thee.

Some Laborers Have Hard Hands, And Old Sinners Have Brawny Consciences.

If What I Do Prove Well, It Won't Advance. They'll Say It's Stolen, Or Else It Was By Chance.

Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees. He That Dares Say Of A Less Sin, Is It Not A Little One? Will Ere Long Say Of A Greater, Tush, God Regards It Not!

Satan, That Great Angler, Hath His Sundry Baits For Sundry Tempers Of Men, Which They All Catch Greedily At, But Few Perceive The Hook Till It Be Too Late.