So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing,

Travelers Must Be Content.

All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To Dirt, An 'tis No Better Reckoned But Of These Who Worship Dirty Gods.

I Wasted Time, And Now Doth Time Waste Me.

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

How Art Thou Out Of Breath When Thou Hast Breath To Say To Me That Thou Art Out Of Breath?