The Evening Praises The Day, And The

For A Morning Raine Leave Not Your Journey. [for A Morning Rain Leave Not Your Journey.]

Who Remove Stones, Bruise Their Fingers.

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.

The Blind Eate Many A Flie. [the Blind Eat Many A Fly.]

In Every Countrey The Sun Rises In The Morning. [in Every Country The Sun Rises In The Morning.]