Make Thy Recreation Servant To Thy Business,

Hath Any Wronged Thee? Be Bravely Revenged; Slight It, And The Work Is Begun; Forgive It, And It Is Finished; He Is Below Himself That Is Not Above An Injury.

Charity Is A Naked Child, Giving Honey To A Bee Without Wings.

Be Not Too Slow In The Breaking Of A Sinful Custom; A Quick, Courageous Resolution Is Better Than A Gradual Deliberation; In Such A Combat He Is The Bravest Soldier That Lays About Him Without Fear Or Wit. Wit Pleads, Fear Disheartens; He That Would Kill Hydra Had Better Strike Off One Neck Than Five Heads: Fell The Tree, And The Branches Are Soon Cut Off.

Death's A Fable. Did Not Heaven Inspire Your Equal Elements With Living Fire Blown From The Spring Of Life? Is Not That Breath Immortal? Come; Ye Are As Free From Death As He That Made Ye: Can The Flames Expire Which He Kindled?

If Opinion Hath Lighted The Lamp Of Thy Name, Endeavor To Encourage It With Thy Own Oil, Lest It Go Out And Stink; The Chronical Disease Of Popularity Is Shame; If Thou Be Once Up, Beware; From Fame To Infamy Is A Beaten Road.