My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

The Readiness Of Doing Doth Expresse No Other But The Doer's Willingnesse.

Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot Doth Fall, Short Lot, Or Not, To Be Content With All.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.