Let Grace Conduct Thee To The Paths

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

Of All The Difficulties In A State, The Temper Of A True Government Most Felicifies And Perpetuates It; Too Sudden Alterations Distemper It. Had Nero Tuned His Kingdom As He Did His Harp, His Harmony Had Been More Honorable, And His Reign More Prosperous.

If Thou Seest Anything In Thyself Which May Make Thee Proud, Look A Little Further And Thou Shalt Find Enough To Humble Thee; If Thou Be Wise, View The Peacock's Feathers With His Feet, And Weigh Thy Best Parts With Thy Imperfections.

Lust Is A Sharp Spur To Vice, Which Always Putteth The Affections Into A False Gallop.

Things Temporal Are Sweeter In The Expectation, Things Eternal Are Sweeter In The Fruition; The First Shames Thy Hope, The Second Crowns It; It Is A Vain Journey, Whose End Affords Less Pleasure Than The Way.