Learn Weeping, And Thou Shalt Laugh Gaining.

It's Good Tying The Sack Before It Be Full.

If The Staffe Be Crooked, The Shadow Cannot Be Straight.

There Needs A Long Time To Know The Worlds Pulse.

I Read, And Sigh, And Wish I Were A Tree; For Sure Then I Should Grow To Fruit Or Shade: At Least Some Bird Would Trust Her Household To Me, And I Should Be Just.

Such A Saint, Such An Offering.