Virtue Were A Kind Of Misery If

There Is No One Subsists By Himself Alone.

The Irresolute Man Flecks From One Egg To Another, So Hatches Nothing.

He That Always Waits Upon God Is Ready Whenever He Calls. Neglect Not To Set Your Accounts Even; He Is A Happy Man Who To Lives As That Death At All Times May Find Him At Leisure To Die.

To Go To Law Is For Two Persons To Kindle A Fire, At Their Own Cost, To Warm Others And Singe Themselves To Cinders; And Because They Cannot Agree As To What Is Truth And Equity, They Will Both Agree To Unplume Themselves That Others May Be Decorated With Their Feathers.

Negligence Is The Rust Of The Soul That Corrodes Through All Her Best Resolves.