I Love The Man That Is Modestly

How Many Would Die Did Not Hope Sustain Them.

Reason And Right Give The Quickest Despatch.

A Combed Writing Will Cost Both Sweat And The Rubbing Of The Brain. And Combed I Wish It, Not Frizzled Or Curled.

When I But Hear Her Sing, I Fare Like One That Raised, Holds His Ear To Some Bright Star In The Supremest Round; Through Which, Besides The Light That's Seen There May Be Heard, From Heaven Within, The Rests Of Anthems, That The Angels Sound.

By Gaming We Lose Both Our Time And Treasure - Two Things Most Precious To The Life Of Man.