Pull Downe Your Hatt On The Winds

Was Ever Grief Like Mine?

Sweet Day, So Cool, So Calm, So Bright, / The Bridal Of The Earth And Sky.

The Worst Speak Something Good; If All Want Sense, God Takes A Text, And Preacheth Patience.

Into A Mouth Shut Flies Flie Not.

Nothing Is To Be Presumed On, Or Despaired Of.