Every Stroke Our Fury Strikes Is Sure

Love Grows, Lust Wastes By Enjoyment.

There Can Be No Friendship Where There Is No Freedom. Friendship Loves A Free Air, And Will Not Be Fenced Up In Straight And Narrow Enclosures.

Neither Great Nor Good Things Were Ever Attained Without Loss And Hardships. Those That Would Reap And Not Labour, Must Faint With The Wind, And Perish In Disappointments; But An Hair Of My Head Shall Not Fall, Without The Providence Of My Father That Is Over All.

He Who Gives To The Poor, Lends To The Lord. But It May Be Said, Not Improperly, The Lord Lends To Us To Give To The Poor.

We Are Too Careless Of Posterity; Not Considering That As They Are, So The Next Generation Will Be.