Though Death Be Poor, It Ends A

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell. Though All Things Foul Would Wear The Brows Of Grace, Yet Grace Must Still Look So.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

Omittance Is No Quittance.

Farewell! God Knows When We Shall Meet Again.