Who Hath None To Still Him, May

Everyone Puts His Fault On The Times.

All Things Require Skill But An Appetite.

He That Makes A Good War Makes A Good Peace.

Patience, Time And Money Accommodate All Things.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.