The Lilies Say: Behold How We Preach

The City Mouse Lives In A House, The Garden Mouse Lives In A Bower

And All Winds Go Sighing For Sweet Things Dying.

Obedience Is The Fruit Of Faith; Patience Is The Early Blossom On The Tree Of Faith.

The Rose Saith In The Dewy Morn, I Am Most Fair; Yet All My Loveliness Is Born Upon A Thorn.

Hurt No Living Thing: Ladybird, Nor Butterfly, Nor Moth With Dusty Wing.