Behold The Child, By Nature's Kindly Law

Awake, My St. John! Leave All Meaner Things To Low Ambition And The Pride Of Kings. Let Us (since Life Can Little More Supply Than Just To Look About Us, And To Die) Expatiate Free O'er All This Scene Of Man; A Mighty Maze! But Not Without A Plan.

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

What Riches Give Us Let Us Then Inquire: Meat, Fire, And Clothes. What More? Meat, Clothes, And Fire. Is This Too Little?

True Friendship's Laws Are By This Rule Express'd, Welcome The Coming, Speed The Parting Guest.

As The Twig Is Bent, So Grows The Tree.