He Is A Foole That Makes A

Sundays Observe; Think When The Bells Do Chime, 't Is Angels' Music.

Who Will Sell The Cow, Must Say The Word.

A Broken Altar, Lord, Thy Servant Rears, Made Of A Heart, And Cemented With Tears.

The Hard Gives More Then He That Hath Nothing.

Saint Luke Was A Saint And A Physitian, Yet Is Dead.