Let All Live As They Would Die.

Thou Who Hast Given So Much To Me, Give Me One More Thing... A Grateful Heart!

The Bit That One Eates, No Friend Makes.

None Saies His Garner Is Full.

Avoid,profaneness; Come Not Here: Nothing But Holy, Pure, And Clear, Or That Which Groaneth To Be So, May At His Peril Further Go.

Shall I, To Please Another Wine-sprung Minde, Lose All Mine Own? God Hath Giv'n Me A Measure Short Of His Can And Body; Must I Find A Pain In That, Wherein He Finds A Pleasure?