The House Is A Fine House, When

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 Sleepy Master Makes His Servant A Lowt.

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

God Provides For Him That Trusteth.

Hee Begins To Die, That Quits His Desires.