There Isn't A Tree To Hang A

Do Not Trust The Cheering, For Those Persons Would Shout As Much If You Or I Were Going To Be Hanged.

My Prayer Is That God Give Me No Longer Life Than I Shall Be Glad To Use Mine Office In Edification, And Not In Destruction.

You Have Sat Too Long For Any Good You Have Been Doing. Depart, I Say, And Let Us Have Done With You. In The Name Of God, Go!

Who Can Love To Walk In The Dark? But Providence Doth Often So Dispose.

There Isn't A Tree To Hang A Man, Water To Drown A Man Nor Soil To Bury A Man