We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth

Heaven Know Its Time; The Bullet Has Its Billet

True Love's The Gift Which God Has Given To Man Alone Beneath The Heaven.

I Envy Thee Not Thy Faith, Which Is Ever In Thy Mouth But Never In Thy Heart Nor In Thy Practice

When True Friends Meet In Adverse Hour; 'tis Like A Sunbeam Through A Shower. A Watery Way An Instant Seen, The Darkly Closing Clouds Between.

Many A Law, Many A Commandment Have I Broken, But My Word Never.