Good Land, Evill Way.

When A Friend Askes, There Is No To Morrow. [when A Friend Asks, There Is No To-morrow.]

When You Are An Anvill, Hold You Still; When You Are A Hammer, Strike Your Fill.

Noble Houskeepers Neede No Dores.

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

The March Sunne Raises But Dissolves Not.