Let Grace Conduct Thee To The Paths

In Giving Of Thy Alms, Inquire Not So Much Into The Person, As His Necessity. God Looks Not So Much Upon The Merits Of Him That Requires, As Into The Manner Of Him That Relieves; If The Man Deserve Not, Thou Hast Given It To Humanity.

I Wish Thee As Much Pleasure In The Reading, As I Had In The Writing.

The Suburbs Of Folly Is Vain Mirth, And Profuseness Of Laughter Is The City Of Fools.

If Thou Desire Not To Be Poor, Desire Not To Be Too Rich. He Is Rich, Not That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Poor, Not That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much. The Contented Mind Wants Nothing Which It Hath Not; The Covetous Mind Wants, Not Only What It Hath Not, But Likewise What It Hath.

My Soul, The Seas Are Rough, And Thou A Stranger In These False Coasts; O Keep Aloof; There's Danger; Cast Forth Thy Plummet; See, A Rock Appears; Thy Ships Want Sea-room; Make It With Thy Tears.