Immortal Life Is Something To Be Earned,

Before Thy Undertaking Of Any Design, Weigh The Glory Of Thy Action With The Danger Of The Attempt; If The Glory Outweigh The Danger, It Is Cowardice To Neglect It; If The Danger Exceed The Glory, It Is Rashness To Attempt It; If The Balances Stand Poised, Let Thy Own Genius Cast Them.

The World's A Printing-house, Our Words, Our Thoughts, Our Deeds, Are Characters Of Several Sizes. Each Soul Is A Compos'tor, Of Whose Faults The Levites Are Correctors; Heaven Revises. Death Is The Common Press, From Whence Being Driven, We're Gather'd, Sheet By Sheet, And Bound For Heaven.

Heaven Is Never Deaf But When Man's Heart Is Dumb.

And What's A Life? - A Weary Pilgrimage, Whose Glory In One Day Doth Fill The Stage With Childhood, Manhood, And Decrepit Age.

We Sack, We Ransack To The Utmost Sands Of Native Kingdoms, And Of Foreign Lands: We Travel Sea And Soil; We Pry, And Prowl, We Progress, And We Prog From Pole To Pole.