Heav'n Is Not Always Got By Running.

No Labor Is Hard, No Time Is Long, Wherein The Glory Of Eternity Is The Mark We Level At.

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.

See, Here's A Shadow Found; The Human Nature Is Made Th' Umbrella To The Deity, To Catch The Sunbeams Of Thy Just Creator; Beneath This Covert Thou May'st Safely Lie.

Neutrality Is Dangerous, Whereby Thou Becomest A Necessary Prey To The Conqueror.

The Average Person's Ear Weighs What You Are, Not What You Were.