To A Great Night, A Great Lanthorne.

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

He That Hath Love In His Brest, Hath Spurres In His Sides.

In A Great River Great Fish Are Found, But Take Heede, Lest You Bee Drowned.

Old Wine, And An Old Friend, Are Good Provisions.

An Idle Youth, A Needy Age.