Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is

A Diamond, Though Set In Horns, Is Still A Diamond, And Sparkles In Purest Gold.

True Dignity Is Never Gained By Place, And Never Lost When Honors Are Withdrawn.

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

Be Wise; Soar Not Too High To Fall; But Stoop To Rise.

Quiet Night, That Brings Best To The Labourer, Is The Outlaw's Day, In Which He Rises Early To Do Wrong, And When His Work Is Ended Dares Not Sleep.