There Is No Heat Of Affection But

Slander Is A Shipwrack By A Dry Tempest.

He That Will Enter Into Paradise, Must Have A Good Key.

Be Not Too Presumptuously Sure In Any Business; For Things Of This World Depend On Such A Train Of Unseen Chances That If It Were In Man's Hands To Set The Tables, Still He Would Not Be Certain To Win The Game.

Throw Away Thy Rod, Throw Away Thy Wrath; O My God, Take The Gentle Path.

A Flatterers Throat Is An Open Sepulcher.