Tis Hard To Find God, But To

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.

The First Act's Doubtful, But We Say, It Is The Last Commends The Play.

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring In The Spring, And Wait Upon Her.