When One Is Past, Another Care We

God Doth Not Promise Here To Man That Hewill Free Him Quickly From His Misery;but In His Own Time, And When He Thinks Fit,then He Will Give A Happy End To It.

If Little Labour, Little Are Our Gains: Man's Fortunes Are According To His Pains.

Attempt The End And Never Stand To Doubt; Nothing's So Hard, But Search Will Find It Out.

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

When Words We Want, Love Teacheth To Indite; And What We Blush To Speak, She Bids Us Write.