As I Love The Name Of Honour

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.