The Rich Have No More

As He That Fears God Fears Nothing Else, So He That Sees God Sees Everything Else.

But I Do Nothing Upon Myself, And Yet I Am My Own Executioner.

Only Our Love Hath No Decay; This, No Tomorrow Hath, Nor Yesterday, Running It Never Runs From Us Away, But Truly Keeps His First, Last, Everlasting Day.

And Swear No Where Lives A Woman True, And Fair.

In The First Minute That My Soul Is Infused, The Image Of God Is Imprinted In My Soul; So Forward Is God In My Behalf, And So Early Does He Visit Me.