Though You Rise Early, Yet

Stay A Little And News Will Find You.

Death Keepes No Calender.

No Hair So Small But Hath His Shadow.

Night Is The Mother Of Counsels.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.