Tell Troth And Shame The Devil.

Our Whole Life Is Like A Play.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.

Weigh The Meaning And Look Not At The Words.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

A Lily Of A Day Is Fairer Far In May, Although It Fall And Die That Night, It Was The Plant And Flower Of Light. In Small Proportions We Just Beauties See, And In Short Measures Life May Perfect Be.