Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

Charity Feeds The Poor, So Does Pride; Charity Builds An Hospital, So Does Pride. In This They Differ: Charity Gives Her Glory To God; Pride Takes Her Glory From Man.

Let Grace Conduct Thee To The Paths Of Peace.

Every Man's Vanity Ought To Be His Greatest Shame; And Every Man's Folly Ought To Be His Greatest Secret.

The Fountain Of Beauty Is The Heart And Every Generous Thought Illustrates The Walls Of Your Chamber.

My Soul, Sit Thou A Patient Looker-on; Judge Not The Play Before The Play Is Done: Her Plot Hath Many Changes; Every Day Speaks A New Scene; The Last Act Crowns The Play