Mend Your Clothes And You May Hold

The Wind In Ones Face Makes One Wise.

A Verse May Find Him, Who A Sermon Flies, And Turn Delight Into A Sacrifice.

To Write A Verse Or Two Is All The Praise That I Can Raise.

The Horse That Drawes After Him His Halter, Is Not Altogether Escaped.

Bells Call Others, But Themselves Enter Not Into The Church.