A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie

Conquer We Shall, But, We Must First Contend! It's Not The Fight That Crowns Us, But The End.

Against Diseases Here The Strongest Fence Is The Defensive Vertue, Abstinence.

Praise They That Will Times Past, I Joy To See My Selfe Now Live: This Age Best Pleaseth Mee.

That Age Is Best Which Is The First When Youth And Blood Are Warmer.

Lord, 'tis Thy Plenty-dropping Hand That Soils My Land, And Giv'st Me For My Bushel Sowne Twice Ten For One. All This, And Better, Thou Dost Send Me, To This End, That I Should Render, For My Part, A Thankful Heart.