Let Argument Bear No Unmusical Sound.

The Covetous Man Never Has Money. The Prodigal Will Have None Shortly.

Who Falls For Love Of God, Shall Rise A Star.

Whom Hatred Frights, Let Him Not Dream Of Sovereignty.

Nothing Is A Courtesy Unless It Be Meant Us, And That Friendly And Lovingly. We Owe No Thanks To Rivers That They Carry Our Boats, Or Winds That They Be Favoring And Fill Our Sails, Or Meats That They Be Nourishing; For These Are What They Are Necessarily. Horses Carry Us, Trees Shade Us; But They Know It Not.

True Gladness Doth Not Always Speak; Joy, Bred And Born But In The Tongue, Is Weak.