Grief melts away Like snow in May, As if there were no such cold thing.
Punishment is lame, but it comes.
He--the country parson--is not witty or learned or eloquent, but holy.
Man is one world, and hath / Another to attend him.
Who shuts his hand has lost his gold, Who opens it hath it twice told.
Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws, makes that and the action fine.