Starres are poore books, and oftentimes do misse; This book of starres lights to eternal blisse.

Bibles laid open, millions of surprises.

Love your enemies, bless them that curse you, do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you, and persecute you.

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.

Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord! Star of Eternity! The only star By which the bark of man could navigate The sea of life, and gain the coast of bliss Securely.

How glad the heathens would have been, That worship idols, wood and stone, If they the book God had seen.