The Soul Is Strong That Trusts In

Such As Ne'er Saw Swans May Think Crows Beautiful.

Before We End Our Pilgrimage, 'tis Fit That We Should Leave Corruption, And Foul Sin, Behind Us, But With Wash'd Feet And Hands, The Heathens Dar' Not Enter Their Profane Temples; And For Me To Hope My Passage To Eternity Can Be Made Easy, Till I Have Shook Off The Burthen Of My Sins In Free Confession, Aided With Sorrow, And Repentance For Them, Is Against Reason.

The Over Curious Are Not Over Wise.

My Dancing Days Are Past.

Cheerful Looks Make Every Dish A Feast, And It Is That Which Crowns A Welcome.