And Out Of Good Still To Find

The Nodding Horror Of Whose Shady Brows Threats The Forlorn And Wandering Passenger.

Only Add Deeds To Thy Knowledge Answerable, Add Faith, Add Virtue, Patience, Temperance, Add Love, By Name To Come Call'd Charity, The Soul Of All The Rest; Then Wilt Thou Not Be Loath To Leave This Paradise, But Shall Possess A Paradise Within Thee, Happier Far.

Pleas'd Me, Long Choosing And Beginning Late.

True It Is That Covetousness Is Rich, Modesty Starves.

Freely We Serve, Because We Freely Love, As In Our Will To Love Or Not; In This We Stand Or Fall.