Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

None Pities Him That Is In The Snare, Who Warned Before, Would Not Beware.

Wealth Cannot Make A Life, But Love.

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.

My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.