The Wolfe Knowes, What The Ill Beast

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.

Love Your Neighbor, Yet Pull Not Down Your Hedge.

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

In The World Who Knowes Not To Swimme, Goes To The Bottome. [in The World, Who Knows Not To Swim Goes To The Bottom.]