Afflictions Clarify The Soul.

Though Virtue Give A Ragged Livery, She Gives A Golden Cognizance; If Her Service Make Thee Poor, Blush Not. Thy Poverty May Disadvantage Thee, But Not Dishonor Thee.

Heaven Finds An Ear When Sinners Find A Tongue.

Gold Is Caesar's Treasure, Man Is God's; Thy Gold Hath Caesar's Image, And Thou Hast God's.

Thy Pride Is But The Prologue Of Thy Shame; Where Vain-glory Commands, There Folly Counsels; Where Pride Rides, There Shame Lackeys.

If Thou Wouldst Be Justified, Acknowledge Thine Injustice. He That Confesses His Sin, Begins His Journey Toward Salvation. He That Is Sorry For It, Mends His Pace. He That Forsakes It, Is At His Journey's End.