It Is The End That Crowns Us,

Who After His Transgression Doth Repent, Is Halfe, Or Altogether, Innocent.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

God Doth Not Promise Here To Man That Hewill Free Him Quickly From His Misery;but In His Own Time, And When He Thinks Fit,then He Will Give A Happy End To It.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of The Eye.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.