Chuse None For Thy Servant Who Have

When God At First Made Man, Having A Glass Of Blessings Standing By, 'let Us,'said He,'pour On Him All We Can: Let The World's Riches, Which Disperse' D Lie, Contract Into A Span'.

An Ill Deed Cannot Bring Honor.

All Is Well With Him, Who Is Beloved Of His Neighbours.

Still Fisheth He That Catcheth One.

The Gowne Is His That We Ares It, And The World His That Enjoyes It.