Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.

Thou Art My Life, My Love, My Heart, The Very Eyes Of Me: And Hast Command Of Every Part To Live And Die For Thee.

Each Must In Virtue Strive For To Excel; That Man Lives Twice That Lives The First Life Well.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Temptations Hurt Not, Though They Have Accesse; Satan O'ercomes None But By Willingnesse.