Festination May Prove Precipitation; Deliberating Delay May

For God Is Like A Skilfull Geometrician.

It Is We That Are Blind, Not Fortune; Because Our Eye Is Too Dim To Discern The Mystery Of Her Effects, We Foolishly Paint Her Blind, And Hoodwink The Providence Of The Almighty.

We All Labour Against Our Own Cure, For Death Is The Cure Of All Diseases.

And Surely, He That Hath Taken The True Altitude Of Things, And Rightly Calculated The Degenerate State Of This Age, Is Not Like To Envy Those That Shall Live In The Next, Much Less Three Or Four Hundred Years Hence, When No Man Can Comfortably Imagine What Face This World Will Carry.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.