Praise They That Will Times

My Soul I'll Pour Into Thee.

T Is The Will That Makes The Action Good Or Ill.

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

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction.

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.