Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So

The Tree That Growes Slowly, Keepes It Selfe For Another.

He That Cannot Forgive Others, Breaks The Bridge Over Which He Himself Must Pass If He Would Ever Reach Heaven; For Everyone Has Need To Be Forgiven.

Although It Raine, Throw Not Away Thy Watering Pot.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

Covetousnesse Breaks The Bag.