Man Hath His Daily Work Of Body

I Will Point Ye Out The Right Path Of A Virtuous And Noble Education; Laborious Indeed At First Ascent, But Else So Smooth, So Green, So Full Of Goodly Prospect, And Melodious Sounds On Every Side, That The Harp Of Orpheus Was Not More Charming.

Sweet Is The Breath Of Morn, Her Rising Sweet, With Charm Of Earliest Birds.

It Is Chastity, My Brother. She That Has That Is Clad In Complete Steel.

In The Sweat Of Thy Face Thou Shalt Eat Bread, Till Thou Return Unto The Ground; For Thou Out Of The Ground Wast Taken; Know Thy Birth, For Dust Thou Art, And Shalt To Dust Return.

The Rising World Of Waters Dark And Deep.