Help = H(umor), E-go, Edging God Out,

A Little Given Seasonably Excuses A Great Gift.

The Thorne Comes Forth With The Point Forwards.

Faire Words Makes Mee Looke To My Purse.

A Mountaine And A River Are Good Neighbours.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.