When a knave is in a plumtree he hath neither friend nor kin.
He complaines wrongfully on the sea that twice suffers shipwrack.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
Drought never brought dearth.
The charges of building and making of gardens are unknowne.
Hast comes not alone.