These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Besides, Our Nearness To The King In Love Is Near The Hate Of Those Love Not The King.

Those That Do Teach Young Babes Do It With Gentle Means And Easy Tasks.

O, How Shall Summer's Honey Breath Hold Out Against The Wreckful Siege Of Battering Days, When Rocks Impregnable Are Not So Stout, Nor Gates Of Steel So Strong, But Time Decays?

No Place Indeed Should Murder Sanctuarize; Revenge Should Have No Bounds.

Lend Less Than You Owe.