God Is At The End, When We

A Rugged Stone Growes Smooth From Hand To Hand.

Feare Keepes The Garden Better Then The Gardiner.

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

To A Fair Day Open The Window, But Make You Ready As To A Foule.

No Profit To Honour, No Honour To Religion.