There Is Another Man Within Me That's

Be Deaf Unto The Suggestions Of Tale-bearers, Calumniators, Pick-thank Or Malevolent Detractors, Who, While Quiet Men Sleep, Sowing The Tares Of Discord And Division, Distract The Tranquillity Of Charity And All Friendly Society. These Are The Tongues That Set The World On Fire--cankerers Of Reputation, And, Like That Of Jonah's Gourd, Wither A Good Name In A Single Night.

Yet Is Every Man His Greatest Enemy, And, As It Were, His Own Executioner.

Let Any Stranger Find Mee So Pleasant A County, Such Good Way, Large Heath, Three Such Places As Norwich, Yar. And Lin. In Any County Of England, And I'll Bee Once Again A Vagabond To Visit Them.

Charity Begins At Home, Is The Voice Of The World.

Yes, Even Amongst Wiser Militants, How Many Wounds Have Been Given, And Credits Slain, For The Poor Victory Of An Opinion, Or Beggarly Conquest Of A Distinction.