He That Will Learn To Pray, Let

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

In An Hundred Elles Of Contention, There Is Not An Inch Of Love.

Hee Is Rich Enough That Wants Nothing.

Law Sutes Consume Time, And Mony, And Rest, And Friends.

Love Makes A Good Eye Squint.