We Must Recoile A Little, To The

We Do It Soon Enough, If That We Do Be Well.

Church Bells Beyond The Stars Heard, The Soul's Blood, The Land Of Spices; Something Understood.

Punishment Is Lame, But It Comes.

A Penny Spar'd Is Twice Got.

Labour As Long Liu'd, Pray As Even Dying. [labor As Long-lived, Pray As Ever Dying.]