Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot Doth Fall, Short Lot, Or Not, To Be Content With All.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

I Do Love I Know Not What; Sometimes This, And Sometimes That.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.