Hope Is The Poor Man's Bread.

The Way Is An Ill Neighbour.

In The Kingdome Of A Cheater The Wallet Is Carried Before.

Where Your Will Is Ready, Your Feet Are Light.

He That Will Learn To Pray, Let Him Go To Sea.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.