Sweet Bird, That Shun The Noise Of

To-morrow To Fresh Woods, And Pastures New.

Immediate Are The Acts Of God, More Swift Than Time Or Motion.

Who Would Not, Finding Way, Break Loose From Hell, . . . . And Boldly Venture To Whatever Place Farthest From Pain?

The Planets In Their Station List'ning Stood.

Therefore, If At Great Things Thou Wouldst Arrive, Get Riches First, Get Wealth.