If You Loose Your Time, You Cannot

Aske Much To Have A Little.

For All May Have, If They Dare To Try, A Glorious Life, Or Grave.

One Slumber Finds Another.

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.

A Coole Mouth, And Warme Feet, Live Long.