Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth

Many Might Go To Heaven With Half The Labour They Go To Hell, If They Would Venture Their Industry The Right Way.

I Feel My Griefs Too, And There Scarce Is Ground Upon My Flesh T'inflict Another Wound. Yet Dare I Not Complain, Or Wish For Death With Holy Paul; Lest It Be Thought The Breath Of Discontent; Or That These Prayers Be For Weariness Of Life, Not Love Of Thee.

If All You Boast Of Your Great Art Be True; Sure, Willing Poverty Lives Most In You.

Who Casts To Write A Living Line, Must Sweat.

Were Guilt Is, Rage And Courage Doth Abound.