The Good I Stand On Is My

Bid The Dishonest Man Mend Himself; If He Mend, He Is No Longer Dishonest.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.

The Wound Of Peace Is Surety, Surety Secure.

O All You Host Of Heaven! O Earth! What Else? And Shall I Couple Hell?

The Fire Seven Times Tried This; Seven Times Tried That Judgement Is That Did Never Choose Amiss Some There Be That Shadows Kiss; Such Have But A Shadows Bliss, There Be Fool Alive, I Wis Silverd O'er, And So Was This Take What Wife You Will To Bed I Will Ever Be Your Head. So Be Gone; You Are Sped.