What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

So May The Outward Shows Be Least Themselves; The World Is Still Deceived With Ornament.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Go To You Bosom: Knock There, And Ask Your Heart What It Doth Know.

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well