If I Wanted To Punish An Enemy,

If A Young Lady Has That Discretion And Modesty Without Which All Knowledge Is Little Worth, She Will Never Make An Ostentatious Parade Of It, Because She Will Rather Be Intent On Acquiring More Than On Displaying What She Has.

Since Trifles Make The Sum Of Human Things, And Half Our Misery From Our Foibles Springs; Since Life's Best Joys Consist In Peace And Ease, And Though But Few Can Serve, Yet All May Please; On, Let Th' Ungentle Spirit Learn From Hence, A Small Unkindness Is A Great Offence.

Commending A Right Thing Is A Cheap Substitute For Doing It, With Which We Are Too Apt To Satisfy Ourselves.

If Faith Produce No Works, I See That Faith Is Not A Living Tree. Thus Faith And Works Together Grow, No Separate Life They Never Can Know. They're Soul And Body, Hand And Heart, What God Hath Joined, Let No Man Part.

The Soul On Earth Is An Immortal Guest, Compelled To Starve At An Unreal Feast: A Spark, Which Upward Tends By Nature's Force: A Stream Diverted From Its Parent Source; A Drop Dissever'd From The Boundless Sea; A Moment, Parted From Eternity; A Pilgrim Panting For The Rest To Come; An Exile, Anxious For His Native Home.