To Be No Part Of Any Body,

Death Be Not Proud, Though Some Have Called Thee Mighty And Dreadful, For Thou Art Not So. For, Those, Whom Thou Think'st Thou Dost Overthrow. Die Not, Poor Death, Nor Yet Canst Thou Kill Me.

Christ Beats His Drum, But He Does Not Press Men; Christ Is Served With Voluntaries.

As Soon As There Was Two There Was Pride.

All Occasions Invite His Mercies, And All Times Are His Seasons.

Poor Heretics There Be,which Think To Establish Dangerous Constancy,but I Have Told Them, ‘since You Will Be True,you Shall Be True To Them, Who Are False To You.