'tis Better To Be Vile Than Vile

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise

Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing.

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.