Ships Are But Boards, Sailors But Men.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.

Though Yet Of Hamlet Our Dear Brother's Death The Memory Be Green.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

Open Thy Gate Of Mercy, Gracious God, My Soul Flies Through These Wounds To Seek Out Thee.

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare