Danger Will Wink On Opportunity.

Heaven Is As The Book Of God Before Thee Set, Wherein To Read His Wondrous Works.

Extol Not Riches Then, The Toil Of Fools, The Wise Man's Cumbrance, If Not Snare, More Apt To Slacken Virtue, And Abate Her Edge, Than Prompt Her To Do Aught May Merit Praise.

So Satan, Whom Repulse Upon Repulse Met Ever, And To Shameful Silence Brought, Yet Gives Not O'er Though Desperate Of Success.

Where Glowing Embers Through The Room Teach Light To Counterfeit A Gloom.

The Gay Motes That People The Sunbeams.