Beauty Drawes More Then Oxen.

Enrich My Heart, Mouth, Hands In Me, With Faith, With Hope, With Charity, That I May Run, Rise, Rest With Thee.

Let Anger's Fire Be Slow To Burn.

The Drunkard Forfeits Man And Doth Divest All Wordly Right, Save What He Hath By Beast.

Presse A Stick, And It Seemes A Youth.

Good Workmen Are Seldom Rich.