There Needs A Long Time To Know

In A Good House All Is Quickly Ready.

Everyone Thinks His Sack Heaviest.

The Great Would Have None Great And The Little All Little.

Ever Since We Weare Cloathes, We Know Not One Another.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.