War Is Death's Feast.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

Whether Shall The Oxe Goe, Where He Shall Not Labour?

Labour As Long Liu'd, Pray As Even Dying. [labor As Long-lived, Pray As Ever Dying.]

God Sees Hearts As We See Faces.

The Fineness Which A Hymn Or Psalm Affords If When The Soul Unto The Lines Accords.