The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The

Lord, 'tis Thy Plenty-dropping Hand That Soils My Land, And Giv'st Me For My Bushel Sowne Twice Ten For One. All This, And Better, Thou Dost Send Me, To This End, That I Should Render, For My Part, A Thankful Heart.

We Credit Most Our Sight; One Eye Doth Please Our Trust Farre More Than Ten Eare-witnesses.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.