The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest

Money Wants No Followers.

Warre And Physicke Are Governed By The Eye.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Service Without Reward Is Punishment.

Such A Saint, Such An Offering.