God's Pleasure Is At The End Of

If Thou Desire The Love Of God And Man, Be Humble, For The Proud Heart, As It Loves None But Itself, Is Beloved Of None But Itself. Humility Enforces Where Neither Virtue, Nor Strength, Nor Reason Can Prevail.

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

The Next Way Home's The Farthest Way About.

Too Much Is A Vanity; Enough Is A Feast.

I Here Present Thee With A Hive Of Bees, Laden Some With Wax, And Some With Honey. Fear Not To Approach! There Are No Wasps, There Are No Hornets Here. If Some Wanton Bee Chance To Buzz About Thine Ears, Stand Thy Ground And Hold Thy Hands-there's None Will Sting Thee, If Thou Strike Not First. If Any Do, She Hath Honey In Her Bag Will Cure Thee Too.