Good God, The Souls Of All My

I Am That Merry Wanderer Of The Night.

Let Gentleness My Strong Enforcement Be.

Let The End Try The Man.

Have More Than Thou Showest, Speak Less Than Thou Knowest, Lend Less Than Thou Owest.

I Do Beseech You- Though I Perchance Am Vicious In My Guess , That Your Wisdom Yet From One That So Imperfectly Conjects Would Take No Notice, Nor Build Yourself A Trouble Out Of His Scattering And Unsure Observance.