In Trouble To Be Troubled, Is To

I Smil'd To My Self At The Sight Of This Money, O Drug! Said I Aloud, What Art Thou Good For? Thou Art Not Worth To Me, No Not The Taking Off Of The Ground, One Of Those Knives Is Worth All This Heap, I Have No Manner Of Use For Thee, E'en Remain Where Thou Art, And Go To The Bottom As A Creature Whose Life Is Not Worth Saving. However, Upon Second Thoughts, I Took It Away.

All Our Discontents About What We Want Appeared To Spring From The Want Of Thankfulness For What We Have.

I Had Been Tricked Once By That Cheat Called Love, But The Game Was Over.

I Could Not Forbear Getting Up To The Top Of A Little Mountain, And Looking Out To Sea, In Hopes Of Seeing A Ship : Then Fancy That, At A Vast Distance, I Spied A Sail, Please Myself With The Hopes Of It, And, After Looking Steadily, Till I Was Almost Blind, Lose It Quite, And Sit Down And Weep Like A Child, And Thus Increase My Misery By My Folly.

Call Upon Me In The Day Of Trouble, And I Will Deliver, And Thou Shalt Glorify Me...wait On The Lord, And Be Of Good Cheer, And He Shall Strengthen Thy Heart; Wait, I Say, On The Lord:' It Is Impossible To Express The Comfort This Gave Me. In Answer, I Thankfully Laid Down The Book, And Was No More Sad, At Least, Not On That Occasion.