Although The Sun Shine, Leave Not Thy

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

Though The Fox Run, The Chicken Hath Wings.

If Great Men Would Have Care Of Little Ones, Both Would Last Long.

To A Boiling Pot Flies Come Not.

To Weepe For Joy Is A Kinde Of Manna.