All Is Well With Him, Who Is

Of A Pigs Taile You Can Never Make A Good Shaft. [of A Pig's Tail You Can Never Make A Good Shaft.]

Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

How Wide Is All This Long Pretense! There Is In Love A Sweetness Ready Penned, Copy Out Only That, And Save Expense.

Ah My Deare God! Though I Am Clean Forgot, Let Me Not Love Thee, If I Love Thee Not.

One Foote Is Better Then Two Crutches.