To The Timid And Hesitating Everything Is

Here Is Neither Want Of Appetite Nor Mouths, Pray Heaven We Be Not Scant Of Meat Or Mirth.

It Is More Difficult To Look Upon Victory Than Upon Battle.

Tears Are The Softening Showers Which Cause The Seed Of Heaven To Spring Up In The Human Heart.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

Loud O'er My Head Though Awful Thunders Roll, And Vivid Lightnings Flash From Pole To Pole, Yet 'tis Thy Voice, My God, That Bids Them Fly, Thy Arm Directs Those Lightnings Through The Sky. Then Let The Good Thy Mighty Name Revere, And Hardened Sinners Thy Just Vengeance Fear.