There Are Many Waies To Fame. {there

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

Hee That Stumbles And Falles Not, Mends His Pace.

Building Is A Sweet Impoverishing.

Who Will Make A Doore Of Gold Must Knock A Naile Every Day.

Death Keepes No Calender.