Charity And Treating Begin At Home.

Then, Everlasting Love , Restrain Thy Will; 'tis God -like To Have Power, But Not To Kill.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can, Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light, All Influence, All Fate: Nothing To Him Falls Early Or Too Late. Our Acts Are Angels Are, For Good Or Ill: Our Fatal Shadows That Walk By Us Still.

Speak Boldly And Speak Truly, Shame The Devil.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.

That Soul That Can Be Honest Is The Only Perfect Man.