Those Things Please More, Which Are More

The Care Of A Large Estate Is An Unpleasant Thing.

Man, Wretched Man, Whene'er He Stoops To Sin, Feels, With The Act, A Strong Remorse Within.

Trust To A Plank, Draw Precarious Breath, At Most Seven Inches From The Jaws Of Death.

Travelers With Naught Sing In The Robber's Face

Those Who Desire To Become Rich, Desire It At Once.