There Come Nought Out Of The Sacke

You May Be On Land, Yet Not In A Garden.

Every One Stretcheth His Legges According To His Coverlet. [every One Stretches His Legs According To His Coverlet.]

He That Once Deceives Is Ever Suspected.

He Plaies Well That Winnes. [he Plays Well That Wins.]

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.