To Go Where The King Goes Afoot

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

That Is Not Good Language Which All Understand Not.

Well May Hee Smell Fire, Whose Gowne Burnes.

He That Gives Me Small Gifts Would Have Me Live.

Feare Keepes The Garden Better Then The Gardiner.