Do Not Presume, Well-housed, Well-warmed, And Well-fed,

The Poor Man Wants Many Things; The Covetous Man, All.

To The Last, I Grapple With Thee; From Hell's Heart, I Stab At Thee; For Hate's Sake, I Spit My Last Breath At Thee.

Time Is Made Up Of Various Ages; And Each Thinks Its Own A Novelty.

For There Is No Folly Of The Beast Of The Earth Which Is Not Infinitely Outdone By The Madness Of Men

Are There No Moravians In The Moon, That Not A Missionary Has Yet Visited This Poor Pagan Planet Of Ours, To Civilise Civilisation And Christianise Christendom?